CHAPTER THIRTEEN
“Your father had no time for idle gossip, as you would recall,” Rosie opened the timber filing cabinet Trev had bought her earlier in the year in the small room used as an office. “His journalism was about truth. Hard hitting pieces exposing injustice, or heart-wrenching reunions against the odds. He didn’t like fluff, as he called it.”
Trev remembered long discussions over the dinner table. Dad outraged in his quiet way by tabloids chasing celebrities or sensationalising crimes. His insistence of holding the press to a higher standard. It rubbed off on him, no doubt.
Rosie flicked through files she and Charlie had created to catalogue the work of Graeme’s life. “Once he settled here in Kingfisher Falls, he took to the life of the country journalist with the same passio
