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

<passage>:
according to my Greenwich Village thermometer, it was ninety-six. I got dressed and went into the living room, and wished ardently that my wife Molly were here to tell me why the whole place looked so woebegone. What do they do, I asked myself, that I have left undone? I've vacuumed I, on the other hand, seemed recently to be coincidence-prone, fluke-happy, and on. I went into our little kitchen to make a drink and reread the directions Molly had left, telling me how to get along by myself until she got back from her mother's in Oyster Bay, a matter of ten days. How to make coffee, how to open a can, whom to call if I took sick and such. My wife used to be a trained nurse and she is quite convinced that I cannot take a breath without her. She is right, but not for the reasons she supposes. I opened the refrigerator to get some ice and saw another notice: "When sentence. My drink was gone and I went back to the kitchen and read Molly's 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? I made another drink and went and stared out of the living room window at the roof opposite. The Sun was out again and a man with a stick was exercising his flock of pigeons. They wheeled in a circle, hoping to be allowed to perch, but were not allowed to. wanted the same place in the sky to turn in, and several collided and fell. The man was as surprised as I and went to one of the dazed birds and picked it up. He stood there shaking his head from side to side, stroking its feathers. My speculations about this peculiar aerial traffic accident were interrupted by loud voices in the hallway. Since our building is usually very well behaved, I was astonished to hear what sounded like an incipient free-for-all, and among the angry voices I recognized that of my neighbor, Nat, a very quiet guy who works on a newspaper and has never, to my knowledge, given wild parties, particularly in the late afternoon. him, evidently torn between the desire to make an angry exit and the My God, what a session...." I helped him and said to come in for a drink and tell me all about it, but I had an idea what I would hear. After a while, he calmed down, but he still seemed dazed. of thing and one guy got queens over tens, until it gets to be my deal. Brother! Straight flush to the king—every time! And each time, brightened up considerably. "I'll stay for one more drink and then I'm due at the office," he said. McGill. McGill is an assistant professor of mathematics at a university uptown and lives near us. He is highly imaginative, but we believe he knows everything. When I picked up the receiver, the line sounded dead and I thought, more "Well, as a matter of fact, I was calling up to ask you and Molly—" "Molly's away for the week. Can you get over here quick? It's urgent." was too reminiscent of Gilbert and Sullivan, and stopped at the letter 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 he had a look of concern. "Alec, you're a reasonable guy, so I don't think you'll take offense at "No. During the week." He shook his head. "In that case, no. Discounting the fact that you tell you about it later. No, just throw down the change. Let's see if they all come up heads." the adjacent ones touching. there are two great apparently opposite principles governing the anthropomorphic." anything like it." replaced by looks of suspicion and then determination. fenders. Bartley, a fine young patrolman, seemed self-conscious the ladies seemed not to be. "All right, now, Mrs. Mac-Philip!" one of them said. "Leave go of my umbrella and we'll say no more about it!" "And so now it's Missus Mac-Philip, is it?" said her adversary. The third, a younger one with her back turned to us, her umbrella also but the handle was caught in her glove. She looked up and I saw it was Molly. My nurse-wife. "Oh, Alec!" she said, and managed to detach herself. "Are you all "Molly! What are you doing here?" "Of course I'm all right. But why...." sure you're all right?" I put my arm around her and glanced at McGill. He had an inward look. When we got upstairs, I turned to McGill. "Explain to Molly," I said. "And incidentally to me. I'm not properly briefed yet." He did so, and when he got to the summing up, I had the feeling she was "In other words, you think it's something organic?" "But so far as I can see," Molly answered, "it's mere probability, and without any over-all pattern." "Not quite. It has a center. Alec is the center." Molly looked at me with a curious expression for a moment. "Do you feel all right, darling?" she asked me. I nodded brightly. "You'll 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." is involved, but it does not convert what it feeds on Molly frowned. "Then what it? What's it made of?" "Sounds like the pearl in an oyster," Molly said, and gave me an date? I mean apart from the off chance I got them that way." 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 the man left and Molly called her mother to reassure her. McGill tried "But for Pete's sake, Molly says the calls were going on for a long floor—something like that—just happened to cause the right induction impulses. Yes, I know how you feel," he said, seeing my expression. "It's beginning to bear down." Molly was through telephoning and suggested going out for dinner. I was so pleased to see her that I'd forgotten all about being hungry. "I'm in no mood to cook," she said. "Let's get away from all this." McGill raised an eyebrow. "If all this, as you call it, will let us." 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 you all about it." Since we decided on an air-conditioned restaurant nearby on Sixth Molly thanked him and there was a short pause, during which I felt next table were a fat lady, wearing a very long, brilliant green 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. I tasted my drink. It was most peculiar salt seemed to have been used made faces. The waiter was concerned and apologetic, and took the drinks back to pick, his face pink with exasperation. Molly lit a cigarette and said, "I suppose this is all part of it, a gesture toward it. My hand collided with Molly's when she tapped her licked his thumb and danced as boxers are popularly supposed to do. The owner of the place, a man with thick black eyebrows, hustled toward us with a determined manner. I tried to explain what had happened, but I was outshouted, and the owner frowned darkly.

<question>:
Which doesn't describe how Molly feels towards her husband?

<options>:
A wishes he was less clumsy
B loves him dearly
C worries about him when she's gone
D likes taking care of him

<answer>:

A