Rayford put an arm on Floyd’s shoulder as they went back into the house. “I’m no love counselor,” he said, “but you’re right when you say this one makes no sense. She’s not a believer. You’re old enough to know the difference between pity and love and between medical compassion and love. You hardly know her, and what you know is not that pretty. It doesn’t take a scientist to see that this is something other than what you think it is. You lonely? Lose a wife in the Rapture?” “Uh-huh.”
Rayford: “Gee, Floyd is really ascribing too much humanity to Hattie. It’s like he doesn’t think of her as an object. Let me fix that.” And it’s super gross how the authors are “fixing” Rayford’s sinful attraction to Hattie by hooking her up with some other guy. It’s like as soon as she has the scent of another man on her, Rayford can stop feeling bad about his flirting. AND we get the good ole “unequally yoked” principle rearing its ugly head into the scene. Love that. Always fun.
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