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

<passage>:
"Now Fweep ain't the brightest creature in the Universe, so he can't Four? He's the only one who understands this thing." "He's outside, playing in the meadow with Fweep," Reba said, her voice soft. "No, here they come now." or two with a man (or woman) half his age, but he had a habit of lapsing into tantrum when he got annoyed. "Now, Grampa," Fred soothed, but his face was concerned. Fred, once called Young Fred, was Grampa's only son. He was sixty and his hair had begun to gray at the temples. "That landing was pretty rough, Junior." Junior was Fred's only son. Because he was thirty-five and capable of exercising adult judgment and because he had the youngest adult Grampa started to say something, but an 8-year-old boy looked up from remarkably alike, although some vital element seemed to have dwindled until Four looked pale and thin-faced and wizened. "And, Four," Reba said automatically, "don't call your father 'Junior.' It sounds disrespectful." Reba was Four's mother and Junior's wife. On her own, she was a red-haired beauty with the loveliest figure this side of Antares. That Junior had won her was, to Grampa, the most hopeful thing he had ever noticed about the boy. "But everybody calls Junior 'Junior,'" Four complained. "Besides, Fred is Junior's father and Junior calls him 'Fred.'" "That's different," Reba said. Grampa was still waving his puzzle circuit indignantly. "See!" The "Stop picking on Junior," Joyce said sharply. She was Junior's mother do, have you? Whose flivver do you think this is, anyhow?" "It belongs to all of us," Four said shrilly. "You gave us all a sixth share." "That's right, Four," Grampa muttered, "so I did. But whose money bought it?" "You, Grampa," Fred said. "You bet! And who made one hundred million dollars out of it that the rest of you vultures are just hanging around to gobble up when I die?" "Well, now," Grampa protested, "I got a little put away yet. You'll be sorry when I'm dead and gone." already. Reba's face was troubled. "That boy!" she said to Junior. "Sometimes I think we've made a terrible mistake with him. He should have friends, play-mates. He's more like a little old man than a boy." "I mean that thing, whatever you call it." Joyce fluttered her hand "If it's Four's friend," Reba said firmly, "it can stay. If you don't me sound as old as that old goat over there!" She glared malignantly at Grampa. "If you'd rather have that blob than me—well!" She swept Grampa glanced warily at Joyce's door to make sure it was completely "I like you, gal. Never forget it." "I like you, too, Grampa. If you'd been a few years younger, Junior "You bet he would!" Grampa leaned back and cackled. Then he leaned over confidentially toward Reba and whispered, "Beats me why you ever married a jerk like Junior, anyhow." Reba looked thoughtfully toward the airlock door. "Maybe I saw something in him nobody else saw, the man he might become. He's been submerged in this family too long he's still a child to all of you and to himself, too." Reba smiled at Grampa brilliantly. "And maybe I thought he might grow into a man like his grandfather." "Yep," Grampa said. "Too easy." Four thought a moment. "There's a modern variation with three followed closely by Junior. They were sweat-stained and weary, "Where's Joyce?" asked Fred. "Might as well get everybody in on this at once. Joyce!" The door to his wife's room opened instantly. Behind it, Joyce was glared venomously at Grampa. "We've still got Fweepland," Four said solemnly. "Fweepland?" Reba repeated. Joyce spun on him. "You're joking!" she screeched. it's broken or there's something about the gravity around here that just won't polarize." "It's these '23 models," Grampa put in disgustedly. "They never were any good." If we get back to Earth," he amended. "You can't be Four's father. The faces looked at him silently. Finally Joyce could endure it no "Which," Joyce interrupted, "might get picked up in a few centuries." it will keep us in food and clothes for years. By then, we should have a good-sized community built up, because out here we won't have to stop with one child. We can have all the babies we want." "You know the law: one child per couple," Joyce reminded her frigidly. "You can condemn yourself to exile from civilization if you wish. Not me." Junior frowned at his wife. "I believe you're actually glad it "I could think of worse things," Reba said. "I like your spunk, Reb," Grampa muttered. "Speaking of children," Junior said, "where's Four?" "Here." Four came through the airlock and trudged across the room, carrying a curious contraption made of tripod legs supporting a "What do you mean by that?" Joyce suspiciously asked. absorbed them. Four looked at Joyce. Joyce was watching Fweep, too. Joyce started guiltily. "How did you know?" Joyce glared at him furiously. "Four! Act your age! We've got to do "I don't care why that thing does it," Joyce said icily. "I want it "Don't call me 'Grammy!' Well, what are we going to do, just sit around and wait for that thing to die?" "We'd have a long wait," Four observed. "Fweep is the only one of his "Well?" "Probably he's immortal." "And he doesn't reproduce?" Reba asked sympathetically. "Probably not. If he doesn't die, there's no point in reproduction. Reproduction is nature's way of providing racial immortality to mortal "I thank him for nothing," Joyce snapped. "He lured us down here by Joyce looked at Fred with startled eyes. "Fred!" she said in a high, muttered, and walked quickly after Joyce. "How do you know all these things?" Joyce asked from her doorway, Behind her, Fred said, "Now, Joyce, you promised—" "But this is important," Joyce cut him off eagerly. "Can you? Talk to "Well, now," Grampa said maliciously, his eye on Joyce, "that's no problem. We can just leave Four here with Fweep." In a voice filled with sanctimonious concern, Joyce said, "That's quite a sacrifice to ask, but—" "Joyce!" Reba cried, horrified. "Grampa was joking, but you actually mean it. Four is only a baby and yet you'd let him—" "Never mind, Reba," Four said evenly. "It was just what I was going to suggest myself. It's the one really logical solution." "Junior!" said Joyce, shocked. Junior swung around impatiently. "Sorry, Mother, but this damned thing it would only say that the logical answer is the one I sug—" "Mother!" Junior warned. "We decided not to talk about it any more. Four is strange enough without encouraging him to think like a martyr. It's out of the question. If that's the only way we can leave this planet, we'll stay here until Four has a beard as white as Grampa's!" and he don't want Four to leave him.

<question>:
What is the relationship like between Joyce and her grandson?

<options>:
A She defends him staying with the family even when the rest think otherwise
B She has little patience for his intelligence
C She can’t stand his boyish mischief on his adventures
D She has no grandson

<answer>:

B