#2

"Seeing the woman as she was made them remember the envy they had stored from other times. So they chewed up the back parts of their minds and swallowed with relish. (1)They made burning statements with questions, and killing tools out of laughs. It was mass cruelty.(2) A mood come alive.(3) Words walking without masters; walking altogether like harmony in a song.
..."When she got to where they were she turned her face on the bander log and spoke. They scrambled a noisy "'good evenin'''(4) and left their mouths setting open and their ears full of hope. Her speech was pleasant enough, but she kept walking straight on to her gate. The porch couldn't talk for looking.
The men noticed her firm buttocks like she had grapefruits in her hip pockets;(5) the great rope of black hair swinging to her waist and unraveling in the wind like a plume; then her pugnacious breasts trying to bore holes in her shirt. They, the men, were saving with the mind what they lost with the eye. The women took the faded shirt and muddy overalls and laid them away for remembrance. It was a weapon against her strength  and if it turned out of no significance, still it was a hope that she might fall to their level some day."

• The way they asked questions hurt and when they laughed about it, it was too painful.
• The mood was too much of a reality. 
• No one backed up the words they said but there were so many.
• They were stunned by her looks and hoped to hear a fulfilling reply from her.
• I think it's odd that the author used "rope" to describe her hair.