Read the excerpt from Roll of Thunder, Hear My Cry.
But T. J. did not follow immediately. He remained standing in the middle of the compound, his face puzzled and undecided. I had never seen him look more desolately alone, and for a fleeting second I felt almost sorry for him.
What does T. J. most likely feel in the excerpt?
happy with himself
unsure of himself
pride in himself
sorry for himself
help