Clothed, breathing can be difficult. It is hard to move out of the house, but when she does, she can see where she was. They say temperature has reached a hundred, gusts of forty miles per hour—descriptions relayed by telegram and phone to radio. It is useful to have the weather narrated in your own language or it would be easy to believe nothing was the matter at all. There is a radio-style voiceover that will become part of the news—it’s her father. He’s looking at a burning house.