The ballad of Frank and Hazel

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  • Published 20051206
  • ISBN: 9780733316722
  • Extent: 252 pp
  • Paperback (234 x 153mm)

EARLY IN THE summer of 1978, I drove from St Kilda to my home town of Eildon in rural Victoria for the single purpose of saying hello to my father. I arrived in the early afternoon, gave my stepmother a kiss and walked out to the backyard. I knew I’d find Frank under the apple tree on the rickety banana lounge he’d rescued from the tip.

“Came up in that little bomb, did you?” he asked.

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