ShadowS asked Melanie Dickerson:

I am excited about your upcoming book Magnolia Summer! Can you tease us with a book quote?

Melanie Dickerson Sure! I'm happy to do that, Shadow! Keep in mind this is a book set in 1880 in Alabama.
Where was Will? Celia glanced around. Everything along the street, the bushes and trees as well as the store fronts—a barber shop, blacksmith’s shop, general store, and doctor’s office—were covered with the red-orange dust of the red clay streets, giving the town a rusty look.
The locket watch on the chain around her neck told her it was 2:15, which meant the train had arrived on time. Perhaps her family hadn’t received her telegram.
“Miss Celia Wilcox.” A new voice sounded from over her shoulder. Celia turned to see the town doctor.
An unpleasant, sinking feeling assailed her stomach. The last time she had seen him, he’d informed her of her father’s death. “Dr. Beverly.”
Besides the fact that Dr. Beverly was dressed so handsomely—even in shirtsleeves and without a coat he far outshone the other men in sophistication—there was something comforting about seeing him again, though she couldn’t fathom why. She couldn’t look at him without remembering that awful day when he told her Daddy was dead. I did everything I could, he’d said.
Doctor Beverly’s blue eyes gazed directly into hers. “I see you’ve just arrived. May I escort you home? My horse and buggy are lodged at the livery stable.”
He seemed even more handsome than she remembered, and younger, seeming only four or five years older than her own nineteen years, with his lean frame and light brown hair neatly combed. He wore a white shirt with a stand up collar, a charcoal vest, and neatly creased gray trousers.
“Will was supposed to meet me. I sent a telegram, but something must have happened.”
Mr. Suggs took a step toward Dr. Beverly. His expression hardened and she couldn’t help noticing the way Curtis Suggs glared at the doctor, his chest heaving slightly.

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