Black boy. we left. i had the feeling that i had had to do with something unclean. many times in the years after that the image of my father and the strange woman, their faces lit by the dancing flames, would surge up in my imagination so vivid and strong that i felt i could reach out and touch it; i would stare at it, feeling that it possessed some vital meaning which always eluded me. based on this excerpt, how did wright feel about his final boyhood encounter with his father? regretful of his actions angry and bitter at the situation as if he had unfinished business certain that he achieved closure