The narrator also lets us see how Golden must imagine himself, how he would like the story told, paying close attention to his gallant rescue of the pregnant woman. But just as the narrator has convinced us that Golden is not to be liked or pitied, she corrects herself in a stunning reversal. The narrator asks herself, "What was I thinking of? How could I have imagined him so poorly? Not noticed the hurt that was not linked to the color of his skin, or the blood that beat beneath it." Later in the same passage she raises the question of her own reliability as a narrator saying, "I have been careless and stupid and it infuriates me to discover (again) how unreliable I am." In this moment, Morrison reveals that history can be reshaped and manipulated to suit the aims and agenda of the teller. For this reason, she does not allow her tale to be fixed and interpreted from any point of view, nor does she allow herself to judge a character who at first seems morally reprehensible.