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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alone. Before we realized what was happening he was just like any other ten-year-old, full of curiosity and the devil, with no more that had meant so much to him when he was tied to his wheelchair and couldn't do anything but wait and think. can—and often does—alter the scheme of the universe. Even a little child can do it.... to remember charlie by by ... Roger Dee Just a one-eyed dog named Charlie and a crippled boy named Joey—but between them they changed the face of the universe ... perhaps. because kids—normal kids—forget their pain quickly. It's a sort of of the strip where Joey could look across the crushed-shell square of "Anything wrong, Joey?" I asked. they're doing. But there's one thing I'll always wonder about, now that there's no way of ever knowing for sure. I wish I'd asked Joey or Ethel, before they moved away, how Charlie lost that other eye. trying to remember just what it was about my stumbling over Joey's Joey that time too, but he wasn't moving stars then. He was just He didn't jump or look up. His voice placed him as a cracker, either south Georgian or native Floridian. "I'm waiting for Charlie to come home," he said, keeping his eyes on the highway. from living on the Florida coast where you hear a hundred different accents every day. "Let the boy alone." crumpled pack of cigarettes in the pocket. "Crawl out and cook supper, Rip," I said, holding him to his end of our working agreement. "I've made a day and I'm hungry." We were halfway through supper when I remembered something the kid had said. "Who's Charlie?" I asked. Doc frowned at his plate. "The kid had a dog named Charlie, a big shaggy mutt with only one eye and no love for anybody but the boy. The dog isn't coming home. He was run down by a car on the highway while Joey was hospitalized with polio." us would look out the window and see Joey Pond in his wheelchair, waiting for a one-eyed dog named Charlie to come trotting home across the palmetto flats. He was always there, day or night, until his mother came home from work and rolled him inside. the kid didn't want another mutt because he had what Doc called a psychological block. "Charlie was more than just a dog to him," Doc said. "He was a sort of symbol because he offered the kid two things that no one else in the world could—security and independence. With Charlie keeping him company he felt secure, and he was independent of the kids who could run and play because he had Charlie to play with. If he took another dog now he'd be giving up more than Charlie. He'd be giving up everything that Charlie had meant to him, then there wouldn't be any point in living." had depended on Joey for the affection he wouldn't take from anybody else. The dog needed Joey and Joey needed him. Together, they'd been a At first I thought it was funny that Joey never complained or cried when Charlie didn't come home, but Doc explained that it was all a part of this psychological block business. If Joey cried he'd be admitting that Charlie was lost. So he waited and watched, secure in his belief that Charlie would return. The Ponds got used to Doc and me being around, but they never got what you'd call intimate. Joey would laugh at some of the droll things Doc said, but his eyes always went back to the palmetto flats and the highway, looking for Charlie. And he never let anything interfere with mop his bald scalp, scowling while he pretended to think. Then he'd say, "Not today, Joey," or, "Thought so yesterday, but this fellow had two eyes on him. 'Twasn't Charlie." Then he'd pedal away, shaking his head. Later on the handyman would Charlie had come home and was scratching at the trailer ramp to be let in, and he'd wake Ethel and beg her to go out and see. When that that changed Joey's routine and a lot more with it. It left a mark hadn't talked to the kid long when he yelled, "Charlie! Charlie! " and after that we heard both of them bawling. "She's done it, Roy," Doc said. I knew what he meant and wished I didn't. Ethel had finally told the kid that Charlie wasn't coming back, not ever. That's why I was worried about Joey when I came home the next evening and found him watching the sky instead of the palmetto flats. It meant he'd given up waiting for Charlie. And the quiet way the kid spoke of moving the stars around worried me more, because it sounded outright enough to be pinned to a wheelchair without being able to wiggle so much as a toe. But to lose his dog in the bargain.... he'd lost his mind. He went on to explain that Ethel hadn't had the heart the night before, desperate as she was, to tell the kid the whole truth. She'd Diner, that a tourist car with Michigan license plates had picked Charlie up on the highway and taken him away. It was a good enough story. Joey still didn't know that Charlie was dead, but his waiting was over because no dog could be expected to find his way home from Michigan. of drumming up one for Joey," Doc said. He meant it as a joke but it "Look," I said. "I know this sounds crazy but maybe Joey—" Doc wasn't amused any more. "Don't be a fool, Roy. If those stars really moved you can be sure of two things—Joey had nothing to do with it, and the papers will explain everything tomorrow." because it wasn't bright enough to suit Joey's taste, but Doc called "Don't joke about Joey," he said sternly. "Getting back to to reach us. That means it started moving when Joey was only eighteen I pointed out. "I'm not saying that Joey really moved those damn I left Doc shaking his head at the sky and went over to give Joey, who it, so he's excited too. But he's got a lot more imagination than most people, because he's a cripple, and he could go off on a crazy tangent because he's upset about Charlie. The thing to do is give him a logical explanation instead of letting him think his fantasy is a fact." afraid to let him go on. they're blue in the face and they'll never learn who put those stars there. So how do they know that whoever put them there won't move them again? I've always heard that if a man had faith enough he could move mountains. Well, if a man has the faith in himself that Joey's got line worn threadbare by three hundred years of repetition but as apt tonight as ever, Roy. Do you really believe Joey is moving those stars?" "Why not?" I came back. "It's as good an answer as any the experts really dark. Joey was sitting as usual all alone in his wheelchair. In Doc had given him to study. The thing that stopped me was that Joey mention the stars. But Joey spoke first. walk again so I can go to Michigan and find Charlie." For a minute I was mad enough to brain Doc Shull if he'd been handy. The stars that had been moved stayed where they were, but the pattern they had started was never finished. That unfinished pattern won't ever go away, in case you've wondered about it—it's up there in the sky where you can see it any clear night—but it will never be finished because Joey Pond lost interest in it when he learned to walk Walking was a slow business with Joey at first because his legs had

<question>:
Joey's lack of emotion concerning the loss of Charley

<options>:
A shows that he was brought up not to show emotion.
B shows that Joey is emotionally stunted and that, on top of Polio, he suffers from other ailments.
C shows that he has already lost so much in his life that he can't even cry over the loss of his dog.
D shows that he cannot, for whatever reason, admit that he is gone.  If Charlie is gone, then his hope is shattered, and he has no reason to even get up out of bed any longer.

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D