Since I'm keeping my current book underwraps, I'll share a scene from one of my published books. This scene is from Savannah. It is available on all platforms including paperback.
“Girlie, you didn’t rush this old man. I’m a man who likes his food,” Mr. Wilkerson said leaning back in his chair. “I heard you have someone staying at your house.”
Rachel sighed. She wondered when talk would start around town. Actually, she was surprised she hadn’t heard too much talk about Phil...lip at her house. She suspected her parents kept the talk down as much as they could.
“Yes, his name is Phillip Anderson and he is fixing the place up,” Rachel supplied. “He was a Confederate soldier and he is on his way to St. Louis.”
“Why are you telling me?” he asked slowly.
“I don’t want you to be upset when you see him in town,” she said as she washed their plates before drying them. “Assuming he does come into town.”
“What are you trying to say?”
“Mr. Wilkerson, I know how the sight of a soldier affects you,” she said slowly without turning to face him. She put their plates away before making her way back towards him. “I don’t want the sight of Phillip to cause you grief. You have suffered more than enough in the past few months.”
“Girlie, it’s not the sight of the soldiers,” he whispered. “It’s the dead expressions in their eyes.”
“Oh,” she said as she sat down.
“If my Charles had lived, I know he would have the same look. It breaks my heart that those boys fought for what they believed in while the war killed their spirit,” he explained. “None of them are happy to be home. They lost themselves out on those battlefields.”
She thought about what he said and wondered if Colton would be the same way had he lived. She’d seen many soldiers wander into town. They were all different shapes and sizes but they all had the same look in their eyes. It was as if they lost their hope. Stephen, Abagail’s husband, was the same way. He had that lost look in his eyes when he first arrived back in town. Of course, he didn’t have that same look anymore.
“What are you thinking about so hard?” he asked bringing her back to their conversation.
“You’re right, the war killed their spirit,” she said standing back up.
“Girlie, you didn’t rush this old man. I’m a man who likes his food,” Mr. Wilkerson said leaning back in his chair. “I heard you have someone staying at your house.”
Rachel sighed. She wondered when talk would start around town. Actually, she was surprised she hadn’t heard too much talk about Phil...lip at her house. She suspected her parents kept the talk down as much as they could.
“Yes, his name is Phillip Anderson and he is fixing the place up,” Rachel supplied. “He was a Confederate soldier and he is on his way to St. Louis.”
“Why are you telling me?” he asked slowly.
“I don’t want you to be upset when you see him in town,” she said as she washed their plates before drying them. “Assuming he does come into town.”
“What are you trying to say?”
“Mr. Wilkerson, I know how the sight of a soldier affects you,” she said slowly without turning to face him. She put their plates away before making her way back towards him. “I don’t want the sight of Phillip to cause you grief. You have suffered more than enough in the past few months.”
“Girlie, it’s not the sight of the soldiers,” he whispered. “It’s the dead expressions in their eyes.”
“Oh,” she said as she sat down.
“If my Charles had lived, I know he would have the same look. It breaks my heart that those boys fought for what they believed in while the war killed their spirit,” he explained. “None of them are happy to be home. They lost themselves out on those battlefields.”
She thought about what he said and wondered if Colton would be the same way had he lived. She’d seen many soldiers wander into town. They were all different shapes and sizes but they all had the same look in their eyes. It was as if they lost their hope. Stephen, Abagail’s husband, was the same way. He had that lost look in his eyes when he first arrived back in town. Of course, he didn’t have that same look anymore.
“What are you thinking about so hard?” he asked bringing her back to their conversation.
“You’re right, the war killed their spirit,” she said standing back up.
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