Question

after my mother talked to me about helping miss chavez, i made a point to watch for her car on saturday afternoons when she returned from shopping. soon i started doing other things to help out besides taking her groceries. since it was fall, her yard needed raking regularly, so on the weekends, i would rake and bag up the leaves, sometimes filling a dozen large bags. although my mother always a stickler for proper etiquette, had cautioned me not to accept any kind of payment, miss chavez would have warm cookies or muffins waiting for me after i finished. i realized then that i had never been in her house before she broke her hip, and i was comforted the minute i entered by the welcoming atmosphere she had hidden within her home. i noticed the dainty lace curtains in the window near the table billowing softly, allowing fresh air to enter. i felt comforted and a longing to enjoy the time i had to spend with miss chavez. we sat and talked at the small table in her cozy yellow kitchen while we ate some of her homemade muffins. from out west by drought, i had heard of miss chavez had moved to california as a child. her family had come from oklahoma in 1934, chased however, brought it to life for me. miss chavezs voice was low and thoughtful as she described what it was like to live where rain refused to fall year after year. the soil was so dry that deep, angry cracks formed, and the wind picked up the soil and blew it away, piling it against the house, the barn, and the fences. dust continued to swirl in the air, she told me, seeping in under the front and back doors and around window frames, collecting insistently on everything in the house, no matter how many times a day her family cleaned. of course, her familys farming was no longer possible, yet they hung on for a few years, her scared, desperate parents borrowing money from the bank, hoping that the drought would break. when it didnt, they could not repay the loans; the bank repossessed the farm, and the family was evicted. the worst part, miss chavez told me, was having to abandon the animals, especially nick, her horse. the bank planned to sell the livestock, the farm machinery, and the furniture, the same way they sold the house, to collect on the money owed. miss chavez said that she cried about nick all the way to california. she told me that her parents, usually strict about the family not showing emotion did not have the heart to scold her for her display of grief. although miss chavez does not need help anymore with chores, i still enjoy bringing her groceries into her charming home on saturday afternoons. i wish i could do more for her. i wish i could bring back the farm; i wish i could bring nick back. how do the changes in the relationship with miss chavez affect the narrator? a. the more the narrator helps miss chavez, the less she wants to learn about her past. b. every time they talk, the narrator learns more about the dust bowl. c. as they become closer, the narrator wants to help miss chavez even more. d. every time the narrator visits miss chavez, she learns more about yard work.

Explanation:

The passage describes the narrator's relationship with Miss Chavez. As the narrator helps Miss Chavez regularly, they have more conversations and the narrator learns more about her life - like her family's history, the Dust Bowl, etc. Each time they talk, new information is revealed.

Answer:

B. Every time they talk, the narrator learns more about the Dust Bowl.