Question: Which sentence helps develop the setting? Story: In the fading light of evening, after the storm had passed, the water dripped off of the tall evergreen trees that lined the dirt road leading up to the Waters' house. Mrs. Waters, tall, skinny, and with wild white hair, sat rocking in her favorite chair on the porch. For over sixty years, she had rocked in that chair on the porch every evening.
Around her property, there used to be many farms like hers, family farms. Then, the Mansfields had to sell the farm and move into the city. About a year later, the Greenes sold, too. Townhouses and strip malls began popping up where before there had been apple and pecan orchards, fields for grazing cattle, and rows of vegetables. Every year, someone had to sell and move into town. The farms just were not making enough money, and all the jobs were in town. It was too hard to make a living in agriculture.
A green Ford pickup turned off of the main paved road and headed up the dirt path toward the house. Mrs. Waters could hear the gravel and dirt crunching under its tires, though the recent rain kept it from throwing up a cloud of dust.
The Ford stopped in front of the house, and a man got out. He was tall and thin, with touches of gray in his sideburns and beard. He stretched, walked up the five stairs of the porch, and stood next to Mrs. Waters. Together they looked out over the farm that had been such a huge part of both of their lives.
"Do you want to go in and get the rest of your stuff?" the man asked Mrs. Waters.
"They already came and got everything. There's nothing left." She sighed. She didn't want to turn around and again look at the empty rooms, rooms that echoed with memories from three generations of Waters, but she couldn't resist. "Your mom was born here, you know. I had her right in that bedroom," she told the man.
"I know," he said. "This farm was her favorite place on Earth."
"When she and her brothers were young, we marked their heights every year on the post," she said, pointing at some markings going up the wooden post of the porch. "I miss having my kids here with me." The two did not speak for a few minutes. "I don't want to leave," she said finally.
The man shuffled uncomfortably. "I brought the truck so we could take the chair with us," he said.
"Just leave it," she replied. "It belongs on the porch."

Answer choices:

A : "In the fading light of evening, after the storm had passed, the water dripped off of the tall evergreen trees that lined the dirt road leading up to the Waters' house."
B : "It was too hard to make a living in agriculture."
C : "He was tall and thin, with touches of gray in his sideburns and beard."
D : "The man shuffled uncomfortably. "I brought the truck so we could take the chair with us," he said."