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

<passage>:
sign on me ... my comfortably untidy world had suddenly turned into a monstrosity of order! When I got home from the office, I was not so much tired as beaten according to my Greenwich Village thermometer, it was ninety-six. I got dressed and went into the living room, and wished ardently that my place looked wife-deserted. It had been a bad day they were getting ready to put up a new office building. There was the usual crowd of buffs watching the digging machines and, in particular, the Advertising game or the advertising racket, depending upon which rung of the ladder you have achieved. The subway gave a repeat performance going home, and as I got to the He said, "Hello, Mr. Graham. I guess you must have just have missed it reasons she supposes. pencil was standing on its end. There, I thought to myself, is that one chance in a million we hear some of the highball in hopes of inspiration and surcease from the sentence. Damn the heat, damn the pencil, damn Madison Avenue and advertising. one that I had missed, pinned to the door of the dumbwaiter: "Garbage picked up at 6:30 AM so the idea is to Put it Here the Night Before. I love you." What can you do when the girl loves you? exercising his flock of pigeons. They wheeled in a circle, hoping to be him, evidently torn between the desire to make an angry exit and the impulse to stay and beat him up. His face was furiously red and he "Here!" he said, holding out a deck of cards, "For Pete's sake, look at they're not marked! All I know is five straight...." somebody else has four aces...." rest with its nose inside the front door, which a man opened at that moment. to a lamp. Although rather narrow, this is a two-way street, and in no time at brightened up considerably. "I'll stay for one more drink and then I'm due at the office," he said. "You know, I think this would make an item for the paper." He grinned and nodded toward the pandemonium. uptown and lives near us. He is highly imaginative, but we believe he "Not in the least," I said. "Come on over here. I've got something for was too reminiscent of Gilbert and Sullivan, and stopped at the letter "Well," McGill said, "nothing you've told me is impossible or that poker game alone would lead me to suspect Nat, well as I know him. It's all those other things...." while I waited. Then he turned around what I'm going to say. What you have told me is so impossibly unlikely, and the odds against it so astronomical, that I must take the view that to get up and expostulate, but he motioned me back. "I know, but don't you see that that is far more likely than...." He stopped and shook his head. Then he brightened. "I have an idea. Maybe we can have a He thought for a tense minute and snapped his fingers. "Have you any must have been nearly two dollars in silver and pennies. "Do you think "Did you accumulate all that change today?" "No. During the week." He shook his head. "In that case, no. Discounting the fact that you would be actually tell you about it later. No, just throw down the change. Let's see if they all come up heads." "Well," I said, "what more do you want?" "Great Scott," he said, and sat down. "I suppose you know that there are two great apparently opposite principles governing the many of them, we treat them statistically and derive the Second Law of Thermodynamics—quite reliable. It isn't theoretically hard-and-fast it's just a matter of extreme probability. Now life, on the other hand, seems not to depend on probability at all against it. Or you might say it is certainly not an accidental He shook his head. "No. All I mean is that improbable things usually I don't say to myself, 'Here's a miracle.' I revise my version of the "Hm. You're the center, all right. But why?" electrical storm. Something has it in for me!" McGill grinned. "Don't be superstitious. And especially don't be anthropomorphic." "Well, if it's the opposite of random, it's got to be a form of life." "On what basis? All we know for certain is that random motions are frowning look. heard one of them say to Danny, "I don't know what the hell's going anything like it." replaced by looks of suspicion and then determination. Mr. Graham?" he asked. "I don't know what's going on around here, but fenders. Bartley, a fine young patrolman, seemed self-conscious right?" Was I all right! "I was so worried, and when I saw all this, I didn't know what to "Of course I'm all right. But why...." sure you're all right?" "Trouble does seem to follow you, Mr. Graham," was all he said. He did so, and when he got to the summing up, I had the feeling she was a jump ahead of him. "In other words, you think it's something organic?" "Well," McGill said, "I'm trying to think of anything else it might be. "But so far as I can see," Molly answered, "it's mere probability, and think this silly of me," she went on to McGill, "but why isn't it something like an overactive poltergeist?" "Pure concept," he said. "No genuine evidence." "Magnetism?" magnetic—and don't forget magnetism is a force, not a form of energy, and a great deal of energy has been involved. I admit the energy has mainly been supplied by the things themselves, but in a magnetic field, all you'd get would be stored kinetic energy, such as when a piece of iron moves to a magnet or a line of force. Then it would just stay there, like a rundown clock weight. These things do a lot more than "Why did you mention a crystal before? Why not a life-form?" has a definite shape and exhibits growth, but that's all. I'll agree it does not convert what it feeds on it merely rearranges it into a "I should say it was made of the motions. There's a similar idea about "Because I don't think this thing got going before today and repairman. He took the set apart and clucked like a hen. "I guess you dropped it on the floor, mister," he said with strong disapproval. "Not exactly broken to explain to me what had happened with the phone. "You must have joggled something loose. And then you replaced the impulses. Yes, I know how you feel," he said, seeing my expression. McGill raised an eyebrow. "If all this, as you call it, will let us." but he didn't say much. I got the feeling he thinks you're involved in some mystical, Hibernian way. Hello, McGill, what's with you?" "He's got a theory," said Molly. "Come and eat with us and he'll tell and when he caught sight of us, he said something that made the "If you want your umbrella, Mrs. Graham," Danny said, "it's at the evening gown, and a dried-up sour-looking man in a tux. When the waiter returned, they preempted him and began ordering dinner fussily: cold cuts for the man, and vichyssoise, lobster salad and strawberry parfait for the fat lady. expression and made a new batch. After shaking this up, he set out a pick, his face pink with exasperation. a baffled, saying he'd have the drinks in a moment, and went to the which he put down, and then went to the bar, where the audience had Molly lit a cigarette and said, "I suppose this is all part of it, "Hey! What's the idea?" snarled the sour-looking man. licked his thumb and danced as boxers are popularly supposed to do. The

<question>:
What wouldn't Mr. Graham likely wish for at the beginning of the story?

<options>:
A better weather
B kinder neighbors
C his wife to come home
D a better job

<answer>:

B