CHAPTER TEN
Charlotte drove to Rosie’s house and they took a trip outside to what Rosie had described as a shed.
“This is a palace for tools!” Charlotte wandered around the brick building the size of a double garage. “From your back patio the garden looks small, but it was all those gorgeous rose bushes hiding this!”
Rosie laughed as she pushed her wheelchair to the far end. “Graeme loved this place. We both adored the garden, but he also loved journalism. He had an area set up out here so he could work into the night without disturbing me. All gone now, except for these couple of filing cabinets worth of his published work.”
“You mentioned he worked at the local newspaper?” Charlotte followed Rosie.
“He did. But early on he was an overseas correspondent and travelled as much as staye
