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

<passage>:
Solomon's Orbit from front to back, while three cars full of civilians, by the side of the road, watched every move. Finding nothing unusual, a patrolman reported Quietly a cavalcade formed, converged in Solomon's front yard and parked facing the road ready for quick departure. Some dozen civilians Americans have sent up a house. Comrades ... an ancient automobile is flying toward our space circling the junk yard, taking stations so they could watch all machine. Comrades ... it is going two civilians went to Solomon's gone as Solomon heard the noise approaches. Once they were in thumping his front door. Wondering who could be in such a hurry, so early in the morning, he pulled on boots and buttoned a denim jacket as he went to answer. "Hello," said Solomon to the by a capitalistic plot. Motion pictures clearly showed an American ordered to seek other strange of Soviet science. If television "No, Mr. Solomon, we're not proves ancient automobiles are caught in obvious attempt to ridicule orbiting the world, Americans are owners." Confusion was also undermining busy 200-inch telescope was photographing a strange new object, Solomon told the truth. He had all night. Then they wanted to see his cars. at Mount Palomar. They were not have to open the office, Solomon fired for playing practical jokes on Through the back door, so he'd a fat rabbit. Solomon's eyes, blinking sun, watched invasion of his privacy. "What they want?" he wondered. He'd broken no laws in all the years he'd been in the United States. "For what do they bother a wrecking yard?" he asked himself. His depressing thoughts were rudely shattered by a hail from the larger civilian, standing at the back of Solomon's yard. There, row. "Solomon, come here a moment," he shouted. Solomon trudged back, followed by the were not dropping junk over Cuba in an attempt to hit Castro. Disgusted, Solomon's lead. When he the President established a short civilian and patrolman who had no projects involving motor vehicles. Central Intelligence swore left their curious searching to follow left," Solomon eagerly replied, while trying to drink himself silly because no one believed his story. "No one," quavered Solomon, nervous hand. Had he done wrong said Russians and Americans were racing to send things into the air. What had he done that was wrong? Surely there was no law he'd broken. Wasn't the air free, "Up there," pointed Solomon. quavered Solomon. So this is what he did wrong. Would they lock him up? What would happen to his cars? And his business? "How did you ... no! Wait a , Army long-range radar, picked it up. "O.K., we're anyone from approaching or leaving this place." The patrolman almost saluted, thought better of it, and left grumbling about being left out of what must be something position, a Highway patrolman and Solomon told the civilians of asleep, totally unaware of the making of history in its back yard. vehicle was knocked from the sky call Solomon's Orbit had its beginning Solomon, who couldn't remember rather fast. They let Solomon get auto-wrecking yard a mile south of an unmarked jet flew him to Washington and a hurriedly arranged meeting with the President. They left guards posted inside the fence of Solomon's yard, so they'll cause no attention while protecting what Solomon happily agreed was his property. A rugged individual and sellers alike, that he is Solomon's he knows nothing of the business, they'll have to wait until Solomon Where's Solomon now? Newspaper The bright sun had Solomon's sabbatical. Eyes closed, Solomon was fondling favorite memories, when as a lad he repaired steam tractors and followed wheat across central plains of the United States. now call Solomon's Orbit, a classic Uncle Solomon would know he would." "Sure, Son, let's go in and see what he's got," replied a man's voice. As Solomon opened his eyes, Solomon's junk yard. chair, Solomon stood awaiting approach "Mr Solomon, Georgie here for a reply, Solomon started, head on the other side of a convertible, leading the boy and his father a chase that was more a guided tour of Solomon's yard than are," announced Solomon over his shoulder. Stepping aside he made room for the boy and his father to pass, between a couple of Ford Solomon's for a last brave stand. to Solomon's prejudiced eyes broken wheels and rotted woodwork "Are you kidding?" Georgie's Dad exploded, "Those wrecks aren't good for anything but shooting at the moon. Let's go." Not Solomon's office, his footsteps were echoed by those of a crestfallen boy. Solomon, a figure of lonely dejection tired feet aimlessly found their way back to his seat in the sun. That night, to take his mind off moon shots, rockets and astronauts, which started Solomon to thinking "So, my classics are good only for shooting at the moon. This thing As Solomon told the people in Washington several months later, he was only resting his eyes, thinking about shop manuals and parts as it was past his bedtime, he'd before Solomon had a chance to Customers were gone and he was free of interruption. The engine of his elderly Moreland tow-truck was brought to life by Solomon Solomon had the engine waving Solomon backed his Moreland out Solomon stopped for a minute Scanning the yard he thought of and ... that was it. A hub cap would do the trick. At his age, running was a senseless activity, but walking faster than usual, Solomon took a direct touched the hub cap. Solomon with his heavy boots to make sure they were solid and grunted with satisfaction of a job well done. He moved his tray of tools away and trailed the hub cap twine behind Solomon's old eyes as what blood idea worked, he would be free of eliminate slack. As it tightened, he cord. Tired legs failed and Solomon slipped backward when the hub back, struggling to rise, Solomon to his feet. Deep in the woods behind Solomon's yard two boys were hunting "Yup, maybe so," said the other. "But it's flying too high for us." "I must be a silly old man," Solomon thought, scanning the cleared space behind his tow truck where he remembered an engine. There was nothing there, and as Solomon now figured it, never had been. Heart heavy with belief in the temporary foolishness of age, Solomon before Solomon realized he'd not excitement for Solomon. He had to. Solomon couldn't help but Early the next morning, he shingles because Solomon figured pretty big, so Solomon waited until watch the Essex. Solomon tightened buying wrecked cars and selling usable parts. Each weekday night—Solomon never worked on Sunday—another aid of Solomon's unique combination of engine vacuum and exhaust pressure. His footsteps were light with accomplishment as he Solomon scrambled two eggs, enjoyed clock neared ten, he closed his manuals and let himself out the knew well. He was soon kneeling behind the Ford wagon without handsome in the warmth of a moonless summer night. With a faint "God Bless You," Solomon pulled the shingles and watched its massive hulk rise and disappear into orbit with his other orphans. though the whole town were going to pussyfoot away at sundown. assigned the loading dock of a meat-packing plant, but the night watchman wouldn't allow them to was too big to hide, so it opened for business inside the National Guard Solomon reached his back door. By the time bedroom lights were out and covers under his bristly chin, a task force of quiet men was speeding on its way to surround four blocks of country land including activity they alone knew of, then nose to tail, returned to sleep when threats of intrusion failed to materialize.

<question>:
Did Solomon think he was doing something wrong?

<options>:
A Yes, he worried what the Russians would do for the broken satellite.
B No, he figured that everyone else was sending things into space.
C Yes, he new he would get in trouble when the government found out.
D No, he was doing his patriotic duty.

<answer>:

B