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She hesitated, uncertain how to explain. Katie thought she knew the answer and offered a suggestion.
    â€˜Your father wasn’t a fan of technology?’
    â€˜I think that’s understating the situation.’ Victoria smiled weakly. ‘He hated, loathed and detested what he described as the insanity of modernity. Have you seen his collection of cars? Ask Mackintosh to show them to you some time. There isn’t one under fifty years old.’ Victoria lowered her voice to a conspiratorial whisper. ‘Mackintosh is a marvel, managing to look after them as he does, but sometimes, particularly in winter, the tractor’s about the only vehicle that’ll start.’
    â€˜So no modern things at all?’ Katie realised there was another item, apart from a computer, that she hadn’t spotted yet. ‘What about a television?’
    Victoria shook her head again. ‘They bought one in 1953 so they could all watch the coronation. We’ve still got it somewhere. Of course it doesn’t work now.’
    â€˜No TV? So if I said Eastenders or Coronation Street to you…?’
    â€˜I’d say, what?’
    Katie slowly turned over in her head the ramifications of not having a television. It was unthinkable. Still, that, at least, was easy to resolve. ‘Would you like a TV? It isn’t just rubbish on there, you know.’ She paused and reflected, before adding, ‘Although a good bit of it really is crap.’ She saw the expression on Victoria’s face. ‘Crap? You don’t know what that means?’
    Victoria shook her head. ‘Oh, I know what it means and I’ve heard it before, but I assumed it was very rude. But you’re not a rude person, and you use it.’ Katie reflected that Jenny would probably have used much stronger language. Victoria carried on. ‘Listen, Katie.’ She was looking down at her feet, clearly embarrassed and sounding bitterly frustrated. ‘Do you see now why I need you? In so many ways I have been so very privileged for the last twenty-five years. I’ve been waited on hand and foot, I’ve lived here in beautiful surroundings, I’ve had the best possible tuition and a free run of a whole library of classic books. But it’s been an artificial existence.’ The frustration was spilling over into anger once more. ‘He kept me here, cut off from the world, because he thought he was doing me a favour. A favour?’
    She stopped for a few minutes to compose herself. Katie sat in silence, reflecting upon what she had heard. Immense wealth, it appeared, could have equally immense disadvantages. She remembered Jenny’s comment about money not buying happiness. Here in front of her was the living proof of that. She felt a wave of pity and affection for this twenty-five-year-old who was only now taking her first, hesitant steps into the modern world. It couldn’t be easy.
    After a while, Victoria felt able to carry on. ‘Being stuck here in limbo has left me with so much still to learn about what you would think of as normal life. To me, it’s a daunting prospect. My problem now is to somehow jump several decades into the present day. If you like, think of me as one of my father’s classic cars; very expensive, meticulously looked after, envied by many, but a relic of a bygone age that only appears in public very infrequently. I need you to help me, Katie. I need your help so badly.’
    For a moment, tears welled up in her eyes once more and Katie saw another glimpse of the desperation beneath. She hunted for the right words of reassurance, but Victoria hadn’t finished. ‘I’m not stupid, you know. I’m well aware of the real world. We get the
Daily Telegraph
twice a week and I read it from cover to cover. I know it’s a different world out there on the other side of the glass curtain and I know that the time’s come for me to go out into it. Help me,