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

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to touch her. spaceship—and nothing could ever stop her now. Not unless she broke down completely in front of all these hurrying, Moon-bound passengers, side of the space-field barriers. Even that possibility was denied her brown-clad stewardess interplanetary space, grew hot. She closed them, and for a moment gave herself up to an almost physical yearning for the Toluca Lake 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 " She'll be born on the Moon," corrected Marcia, "and her name will be Sue, and ... and she'll be almost as good as her father." Marcia McHenry stiffened. Had she read the sign aloud? She turned sudden urge to blurt out that she had no validation—not her own, Marcia, "we won't have to ask the passengers if they're well. It's so 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 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 register for the trip and take the physical for her. She'd had to lie she was just doing it to surprise Jack. the ship's jets from searing the administration building and the area beyond. Marcia realized with crushing suddenness that the ship was 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 why you want me to come back—ground myself, be an Earth-lubber—so I can spare you the anguish of sitting home wondering if I'll come back chin in his hand. "Marcia, Marcia," he'd said gently, "you're so silly ! It's been nineteen whole years since your father died in the explosion of a Moon-rocket. Rocket motors just don't explode any more, honey! Ships travel to the Moon and back on iron-clad, mathematical orbits that are figured before the ship puffs a jet—" ?" She'd said it viciously, to taunt him, and something want to risk not being able to go there in a hurry. So they haven't passed legislation to keep physically unfit people off spaceships. One of the passengers got aboard the flight, where power could be shut off, the skipper had to put the ferry into an axial spin under power, creating artificial gravity 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 the Moon or crashing into it. And of course you're not listening." garble, something always went cold and furious and—lonely inside her, 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 Jack. Or even to the Moon.... Sitting rigid in the tense stillness of a rocket ship that was about to leap from Earth, Marcia started as an officer ducked his head into anxious, some excited, and some just leafed casually through magazines. Now the brown-clad Miss Eagen was speaking from the head of the aisle. "Those of you who haven't been in a rocket before won't find it much different from being in an airplane. At the same time—" She paused, again! thought Marcia furiously and then all emotion left her but cold, ravening fear as the rumble heightened. She tried to close squirmed in her chair and found herself staring down at the field. It looked the way she felt—flat and pale and devoid of life, with a she fought it, but it was too big and too soft. tore at her. She put up her hands, heavily, and pressed the glass as if she could push it out, push herself out, go back, back to Earth After that, there was scarcely room for thought—even for fear, though sleeplike ascent into space. Marcia very nearly forgot to breathe. She 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 pressed herself up out of the soft chair—it was difficult, because of "Yes, Mrs. Fos—why, what's the matter?" Seeing the startled expression on the stewardess' face, Marcia realized "It isn't s-space sickness," said Marcia in a very small and very "Scared," said Marcia. "Why, what—is there to be scared of?" Marcia sat up slowly, clumsily. Miss Eagen did not offer to help. "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 Softly and slowly he asked, "What in God's name made you get on the "Spin ship," she replied immediately, and looked up at him pertly, like The stewardess looked at her, her face registering a strange mixture of Another stiff silence. A question curled into Marcia's mind and she "Bolt the bed to the bulkhead, Pet. Mrs. McHenry—I'm sorry, but you'll She thanked him timidly, and he ignored it and went out. "You did," said Sue Eagen. "Please don't." "Because," said Miss Eagen, and in that moment she looked almost as She sighed. "It's well known—even by you—that the free-fall condition "What about floating in a pool for hours?" asked Marcia sullenly. body's reactions to free-fall go much deeper than space-nausea and a the 17-kesteroids begin spastic secretions trouble—sometimes. It kills women in menopause—often. It kills women in the early stages of pregnancy— "But how?" asked Marcia, interested in spite of her resentment. Muscles tear, working against one another. Lungs rupture and air is forced into the blood-stream, causing embolism and death. Not everything is known about it, but I would guess that pregnant women are "But what?" Miss Eagen's composure seemed to have been blasted to "He'll spin the ship on its long axis," said the stewardess with Captain McHenry won't be able to maneuver to a landing on the Moon. He'll do it exactly right the first time, or not at all." Marcia was white and still. "I—I never—" of letting the ship fall to the Moon, turning over and approaching Marcia forced herself away from the bulkhead with a small whimper of girl, and—even more so—of herself. She darted toward the door. "Where are you going?" "I'm going to stop him. He can't take that chance with his ship, with Marcia twisted away and went into the corridor. She found herself at the entrance to the pilot room. In one sweeping " 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. Marcia said, painfully, "He's like the Captain of the Marcia could never recall the rest of the details of the trip. There fighting—for his ship, for the Moon, for the new-building traditions of the great ones who would carry humanity out to the stars. Sue Eagen was there, too, and the thing she shared with Jack. Of course nothing for her to fear in it. Jack and Sue Eagen had always had it, and always would have and now that he had loved and married. There was a long time of blackness, and then a time of agony, when she was falling, falling, and her lungs wanted to split, explode, disintegrate, and someone kept saying, "Hold tight, Marcia hold tight

<question>:
Why was the woman afraid to get on the spaceship and take off?

<options>:
A She was feeling sick
B She didn't know anyone who had been to space
C She thought her husband would be mad
D Her dad had died in a rocket launch

<answer>:

D