So Addy started to question Faith. Faith, that ever-present figure with the strong, comforting hands that lived just out of reach. The amazing being that dwelled in the farthest corner of our hearts, with the throne. Why does Faith need a place to stay, and what doubt could knock her down? She sits on her throne that rules the heart. Sits commanding and jealous all the hours of the day, with her hand extended, anticipating that a hopeful soul will reach for it. Stayed sitting before the world came to be, before hours were counted, before there was a need. Any minute now Addy, could find a trace of a glow from the halo beaming from her own face. She was nervous and sympathetic as well. Confused Joel! He shouldn’t have to ponder this question without her. She asked Nate to help clear Joel’s mind, but Joel declined. Those people were capable of answering the simple questioners, except they had no idea about a situation like his. He’d recover from this doubt right after the demons were cast out. He would not be lost after all. This was what he hoped for. Except Nate had explained things to her in a different way, making her understand. But if he failed to, at the nearest dawn she was guaranteed to realize it, because the hope that had gathered in her heart was slowly making its way out. The hope that had been there for the longest time tiptoed towards the edges and lingered there. Only toed the edge and delayed. Trust, the pure angel, had flown from his soul.
Other than using the same sentence structure, I kept with Hurston’s writing style in that I kept the passage vague, but I kept emotion in it as well. I feel like the reader would sympathize with Addy and want to help Joel. This is how I felt when I read the passage about Death in the novel. I used interesting verbs that are not commonly used, like Hurston does.
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