The girl who is now an eight-year-old stays in the hall, touching the iPad box with amazement. As if she hardly dares believe that she’s actually got it in her hands. Ove leans towards her. ‘That’s how I always felt every time I bought a new car,’ he says in a low voice. She looks round to make sure no one can see; then she smiles and gives him a hug. ‘Thanks, Granddad,’ she whispers and runs into her room.
