Read the following passage and questions, then choose the right answer from options, the answer should be one of A, B, C, D.

<passage>:
He snapped his fingers. He looked like a high-school kid. "Nothin' to it." She could see he was very proud. Very tired, too. He reached out to touch her. She drew back. "You don't have to be sweet to me," she said quietly. "I understand how you must feel." Somehow, dizzily, she was at her seat, led there by a smiling, brown-clad stewardess and her azure-tipped fingers were clutching at gave herself up to an almost physical yearning for the Toluca Lake house—the comfort, the safety, the—the sanity of it. He hugged her. After a time he reached down and touched her swelling waist. It was like a benediction. "He'll be born on the Moon," he Stubbornly she forced herself back to reality. At any moment Jack, what she was doing to patch up their marriage. well-groomed hand. Marcia responded weakly to the smile, overcame a sudden urge to blurt out that she had no validation—not her own, huddle, fumbling with the card until it was crammed shapeless into her purse. Then from the depths of her guilt came rebellion. It was going to be all right. She was doing the biggest thing she'd ever done, and Jack would rise to the occasion, and it would be all right. It had to be all right.... After this—if this didn't work—there just would be nothing else she could do. She wasn't a scheming woman. No one would ever know how difficult it had been for her to think up the whole plan, to find Nellie Foster (someone Jack had never met) and to persuade Nellie to register for the trip and take the physical for her. She'd had to lie to Nellie, to make Nellie think she was brave and adventurous, and that she was just doing it to surprise Jack. Oh, he'd be surprised, all right. The flash walls on the field were being raised to keep the blow-by from about to blast off in seconds. She half-rose, then sank back, biting her lip. Silly ... Jack had said that—her fear of space was silly. He'd said it during the quarrel, and he'd roared at her, "And that's can spare you the anguish of sitting home wondering if I'll come back alive!" And then he'd been sorry he'd shouted, and he sat by her, taking her ?" She'd said it viciously, to taunt him, and something in her had been pleased at the dull flush that rose to his face. Everyone knew about the Elsinore validation—which meant that nobody knew he was taking endocrine treatments to put hair on his brainless head and restore his—Oh, the Jaywalker Even now she distinctly recalled the beginnings of the interplanetary cold that always seeped into the warm house when he talked about space, when he was about to leave her for it. And this time it was worse than ever before. to save the worthless life of that fool. So of course he lost his trajectory, and had to warp her in as best he could, without passing "It's all so dull!" she had flared, and then, "How can I be interested She'd shrugged. "Then it can't be very difficult, darling." She hadn't meant to be so cruel. Or so stupid. But when they were quarreling, or when he talked that repugnant, dedicated, other-world garble, something always went cold and furious and—lonely inside her, and made her fight back unfairly. After he'd gone—for good, he said—her anger had sustained her for a few weeks. Then, bleakly, she knew she'd go to the ends of Earth for different from being in an airplane. At the same time—" She paused, quiet brown eyes solemn. "What you are about to experience is something that will make you proud to belong to the human race." That again! thought Marcia furiously but cold, ravening fear as the rumble heightened. She tried to close she fought it, but it was too big and too soft. awe. She didn't know how long she had been sitting there, awestruck, spellbound, when she realized that she had to finish the job she'd late ... she wished, suddenly, and for the very first time, that she'd Seeing the startled expression on the stewardess' face, Marcia realized looking at her levelly. She said, "I'll have to examine you." Miss Eagen did, swiftly and thoroughly. "You're so right," she "I know. I'd rather ... tell him myself." "I'm pregnant, Jack," she said. She put out a hand to ward him off. She couldn't bear the thought of his realizing what she had done while he had his arms around her. "You are why ?" "Because," she said bleakly, "I learned long ago that a man grows to love what he has to fight for." "And you were going to make me fight for you and the child—even if the feet, his shoulders down, without looking at her. There was a stiff silence. Marcia looked up at Miss Eagen. "It's true, you know," she said. "A man grows to love the things he has to defend, no matter how he felt about them before." The stewardess looked at her, her face registering a strange mixture of detachment and wonder. "You really believe that, don't you?" husband, and don't you forget it." Miss Eagen's breath hissed in. Her eyes grew bright and she shook her Another stiff silence. A question curled into Marcia's mind and she the finest in the Service." "He—th-thinks as well of you, no doubt." Petrucelli lounged in, a big man, easy-going, powerful. "What's busted, muscles?" He looked at her and away, quickly. "Because, lady, when we start to at the same time." Feeling very much put-upon, Marcia waited silently until he was She thanked him timidly, and he ignored it and went out. Miss Eagen looked at her coolly. "I'm sorry," she said, obviously not "And why not?" "Because," said Miss Eagen, and in that moment she looked almost as drawn as Jack had, "I'm supposed to be of service to the passengers at all times no matter what. If I have feelings at all, part of my job is to keep them to myself." Miss Eagen gazed at her for a moment, nodded as if to herself, and "But how?" asked Marcia, interested in spite of her resentment. because it's a life-and-death matter if he makes a mistake or takes too long." "But—but—" "But what?" Miss Eagen's composure seemed to have been blasted to these people...." "He will and he must. You surely know your husband." "I know him as well as you do." Nearer to her was Jack, hunched over the keyboard of a complex, compact machine, like a harried bookkeeper on the last day of the month. Her lips formed his name, but she was silent. She watched him, his " Jack had said that to her once, long ago, when he still loved her. "... human damnfoolishness botching up the equations...." He had said that once, too. risking his life for a—a stranger. A jaywalker. Not for me. Not even for his baby." "Does it hurt to know that?" Marcia looked into the smooth, strong face and said with genuine was the outboard bulkhead that drew her like a magnet, increasingly, until suddenly it wasn't an attracting wall, but normally and naturally of it like shreds of melody: "A man comes to love the things he has to fight for." And Jack fighting—for his ship, for the Moon, for the new-building traditions of the great ones who would carry humanity out to the stars. there was something between them—so big a thing that there was nothing for her to fear in it. Jack and Sue Eagen had always had it, and always would have

<question>:
Why did the woman wish she had listened more carefully to her husband talking about his job?

<options>:
A So he would not be attracted to the flight attendant
B So he wouldn't fight with her
C So she would know exactly when to enact her plan
D So he would feel like he was important to her

<answer>:

C