Maybe you can take this as minor commentary about how the «normal» characters» excessively - masculinized relationships are no less screwed - up than the Farmer's efforts to play house with his victims (the appearance of the latter forcing the two brothers to mend old wounds), but you have no choice except to abandon such thoughts the
moment Tracey's curse - laden diatribes are cut short by a shovel crammed into her mouth — which really has nothing on its mind besides «that
oughta shut the bitch up.»