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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"It's all right to drink coffee, isn't it?" he asked. "Of course," I said, and added absurdly, "That's why I don't wash." going—but I know that if I stuck to the old man, I was a comer ... even if he was a goner! Doc had this solemn human by the throat when I caught up with him. "Tonight," Doc was saying in his old voice that was as crackled and Moon and the silver ship, symbols of greed. Tonight is the night when this is to happen." What is Doc's full name? " "Sure," the man agreed severely, prying a little worriedly at Doc's " I almost fell in, but at the last instant I caught myself and said, arthritic fingers that were clamped on his collar. "No argument. Sure, during all these weeks and months. His hands looked old and crippled, but I felt they were the strongest in the world. If a half dozen winos "He didn't use that," Andre said. So I was an Earthman, Doc's son. So my addiction to coffee was all in It was easier this night and that made me afraid. Doc's thin frame, layered with lumpy fat, was beginning to muscle-dance against my side. One of his times was coming on him. Then at last he was free of the wanted for the murder of a North American Mountie. I didn't want to be cured. I wouldn't be. Doc was gone. That was all I he left. "The rest is simple," Andre said. "Doc O'Malley bought up all the stock in a certain ancient metaphysical order and started supplying members had now. That and the thing with certain books. Can you imagine the effect of the if we didn't. Doc was liable to say something that might nova Sol, for all I knew. . They weren't men the human race can tell itself how to achieve a state of pure logic, without food, without sex, without conflict—just as Doc has achieved such a state—a little late, true. He had a powerful guilt complex, like Doc and me. even stronger than your withdrawal, over releasing this blessing on Then I realized what was about to happen. It was foolish and awful and true. I was going to have one of mine at the same time Doc was having his. That was bad. It had happened a few times right after I first found him, but now it was worse. For some undefinable reason, I felt we kept getting closer each of the times. "Fifteen cents a bed," he said mechanically. "We'll use one bed," I told him. "I'll give you twenty cents." I felt I knew I could not let Doc's—Dad's—time travel "Fifteen cents a bed," he played it back for me. Doc was quivering against me, his legs boneless. "We can always make it over to the mission," I lied. thing fall into since we ain't full up. In ad vance." room better'n a bed for twenty." Desperately. Nothing came out of my gabbling mouth. so. Want I should call a cop and tell him you were flexing a muscle?" I let go of him. He didn't scare me, but Doc was beginning to mumble and that did up we go. But leave me go or, so help me, I'll fetch you one in the "Where's the room?" I asked. high. The other foot was finished in chicken wire. There was a wino singing on the left, a wino praying on the right, and the door didn't have any lock on it. At last, Doc and I were alone. scalp still smarted from the alcohol I had stolen from a convertible's gas tank to get rid of Doc's and my cooties. Lucky that I never needed one finger at a time. It had to be done this way. I had learned that Doc began to mumble louder. I knew I had to move. my notebook and orb-point in my hands. I found I couldn't focus both in Seattle hadn't helped me get them loose, Doc and I would have been my mind and my eyes through the electric flashes of agony, so I concentrated on Doc's voice and trusted my hands would follow their Seven search of what. Two boxes His voice rose to a meaningless wail that stretched into non-existence. to know to become the most powerful man in the Solar Federation. That wasn't just an addict's dream. I knew who Doc was. When I got to thinking it was just a dream and that I was dragging this old man around North America for nothing, I remembered who he was. I remembered that he was somebody very important whose name and work I had once known, even if now I knew him only as Doc. Pain was a pendulum within me, swinging from low throbbing bass to high screaming tenor. I had to get out and get some. But I didn't have a Doc alone, but I had to. He was starting to cry. He didn't always do that. I listened to him for a moment, then tested and tasted the craving that Doc was twisting on the cot, tears washing white streaks across his face. I shoved Doc's face up against my chest. I held onto him and let him bellow. I soothed the lanks of soiled white hair back over his lumpy skull. I hadn't eaten in a day and a half, but I didn't care much. "Now what do you want to eat?" the woman asked. hour for the rest of my life. glass of milk. I didn't want to black out on coffee with Doc waiting for me. I tried not to think about it and helped Doc through the fly-specked to have this secret, Kevin," the Andre did not deny that he wanted it to fall into his hands. cup of coffee and a glass of milk. I want four more 'burgers to go and Doc sat on the floor in the half-darkness and he had made a thing . Doc had ever made anything. It didn't look like much, but it was a start. He had broken the light bulb and used the filament and screw bottom. hamburgers on the wooden chair, hoping the odor wouldn't bring any hungry rats out of the walls. I knelt beside Doc. "An order, my boy, an order," he whispered. I didn't know what he meant. Was he suddenly trying to give me orders? "Concentrate," Doc said hoarsely. "Concentrate...." I wondered what the words meant. Wondering takes a kind of concentration. A thin, sickly man was sprawled in the other chair in a rumpled rooms," the thin man remarked, "but never before have they used "I have no data," the thin man answered coolly. "In such instance, one illness and is suffering a more serious addiction to tell me the place then would you let yourself fall into such an underfed and unsanitary would tell us something of his age with special reference to the theory and practice of temporal transference, Doctor, we would be better I watched her face flash blue, red, blue and knew she meant it. But I had known too much in too short a time. I had to help Doc, but there was something else. "I just want a drink of coffee from that container on the chair," I topographical way divorced from modern physical sciences. He kept it secret and he wanted to make money with it. He was an idealist—he had I didn't know whether she was asking me, but I didn't know. All I knew was that I had to help Doc and get some coffee. "It takes money—money Doc didn't have—to make money," Miss Casey said, "even if you know what horse will come in and what stock will prosper. Besides, horse-racing and the stock market weren't a part of Doc's character. He was a scholar." Why did she keep using the past tense in reference to Doc? It scared me. He was lying so still with the left side of his face so twisted. I on the floor to the cot. Doc had a pulse, but it was irregular. I checked for

<question>:
Why does the narrator only want one bed?

<options>:
A He wants to be able to buy himself a coffee later on
B He needs the spare money to buy food for himself and Doc
C He is convinced everyone is trying to cheat him out of his money, and refuses to pay for more than he needs
D He is frugal on principle, and knows that Doc needs supervision

<answer>:

A