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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musta been throwin' curves at us. Paul felt no surprise, only relief "That's a good idea." Johnson was not usually very witty, but this was one he couldn't resist. Johnson calculated to bring them in on the station on the "going away" side of its orbit, and settled back for the tedious two hours of free wheeling. For ten or fifteen minutes, the interphone crackled with the gregariousness Paul was wondering about the men checked the paired tanks of oxygen behind it, and opened it again. He tossed a sardonic salute at the photograph of a young lady who graced the side a time fuse, too, in case we missed. Just sittin' half a mile apart and tradin' shots like we did on that last mission is kinda hard on mah nerves, Sylvia always came back first. Inviting smile and outstretched hands. Nyloned knees, pink sweater, and a hero, and tousled a couple of skirt. A whirling montage of laughing, challenging eyes and tossing sky-black hair and soft arms tightening around his neck. Then Jean, cool and self-possessed and slightly disapproving, like Christmas lights going on one by one. He wished he'd acted more grown up that night they watched the rain dance at the pueblo. For the hundredth time, he went over what he remembered of their last date, seeing the gleam of her shoulder, and the angry disappointment in her eyes hearing again his awkward apologies. It was five minutes before Guns kid." I think she loves me. She was just mad because I got drunk. The tension of approaching combat spoke again. "Ah been thinkin', would hold it up to five or six G's. and affection. He whispered her name, and suddenly he knew that if he got back he was going to ask her to marry him. He thought of his father, rocking Then after we got away from station, suddenly blended with the memory, welling up into a rush of tenderness instead of joining the usual beer and bull session in the wardroom. He "I've got him, Paul. He's got two mother hen. I think he counts them twice a day." "Sorry, cap'n. Ah just figured if you could get hold of a bomb, Ah "Right, cap'n." But it was Paul who couldn't forget about it. All the rest of the way their usual double takes on a change of course, as the ship computer recorded the new information. He liked those two gauges—the two old ladies. Mrs. RSF kept track of how much sure Miller and the boys heard about it. They were lightheaded with the to get home. When they were moving away from station, she dropped elation that followed a successful in alarmed little jumps, but when for Doc Miller's crew, and they made more fuel they had than they needed about ten mps away from home, and above fifteen, she was trembling was going on leave. When he finished the letter, he opened the copy of "Lady Chatterley's Lover" he had borrowed from steadily. He didn't blame the old ladies for worrying. With one hour Rodriguez's limited but colorful library. devoted to his work. Coulter wasn't too intimate with him. He wasn't a spaceman, for one thing. One of those illogical but powerful distinctions And he was a little too polite to be easy company. Paul remembered the time he had walked into the Muroc Base Officer's Club with Marge Halpern on his arm. The hunger that had lain undisguised on Kovacs' face the moment he first saw them. Marge was a striking blonde with a direct manner, who liked men, especially orbit He wasn't sure how he got there, or why, when he found himself walking into Colonel Silton's office to ask for the leave he'd passed up at his it several times, but the thought of leaving the squadron, even for a His mind wandered back over eight years in the service. Intelligence tests. Physical up his paper work and packed his musette, his hands were fumbling, and his mind was full of Sylvia. Kovacs had been impressed when Paul asked if he'd care to room together while they were on leave. He was quiet on the flight, as he had been on the way down, listening contentedly, while Paul talked combat and women with Bob Parandes, another pilot going on leave. two dogs and five assorted children like trying to get along with an octopus. Of course there were rumors that on the way. The kids followed quietly in their wake, ecstatic at the sight of their uniforms. kids clustered around the booths, as Kovacs entered one to locate a hotel room, and Paul another, to call Sylvia. the next time power changed hands, but he'd been hearing that one Paul squared his shoulders, as befitted He wondered if he'd quit at defense. "Whoa, baby. One thing at a time. I'm at the airport. You'll see me tonight, and I'll tell you the rest then. the day after that. Are you free?" Her hesitation was only momentary. "Well, I was going out—with a girl friend. But she'll understand. What's up?" He took a deep breath. "I'd like seventy-five. Deep inside him, the old that he just wanted to do a friend a favor, and she'd still have Paul all to herself, she calmed down. They made their arrangements quickly, and switched off. He hesitated a minute before he called Marge. She was quite a dish to give up. Once she'd seen him with Sylvia, he'd be strictly persona non pride and excitement were still strong. He still got a kick out of the way the girls looked at the silver in a good cause. He shrugged and called her. She nearly cut him off when she first heard his request, but he did some fast talking. The idea of several days at the cottage intrigued her, and when he described how smitten himself lecturing to a group of eager kids. Had a couple of close calls, those Kovacs had been, she brightened up and agreed to come. He switched off, adjusted the drape of his genuine silk scarf, and stepped out of the been telling them of Paul's exploits. rocket on his chest. But he didn't They glowed with admiration. The feel as lucky as he used to. Twenty-nine starting on the count ... five—four—three—two—one—go!" He completed the operation in silence, remarking to himself how lucky he was to have Johnson. The boy loved a during a fight when he had no more idea of his position than what the old ladies told him, and what he unhappy thought. Well, maybe it was last two missions. the time, as though the ships had been sabotaged. A couple of pilots had gone nuts in the "spindizzy," and remembering his own feelings as perfectly with the old "clock" system Garrity had dug out of those magazines he was always reading. Once they got used to it, it had turned out really handy. Old Doc Hoffman, his astrogation prof, would have turned purple if he'd ever dreamed they'd lined up right on him." Johnson was pleased with the job he'd done. locked his helmet. "Nice job, Johnny. Let's button up. You with us, Guns?" Garrity sounded lazy as a well-fed tiger. "Ah'm with yew, cap'n." faded away, and all he remembered was the excitement. But each time twenty to one against their scoring a kill ... unless they ran into him. degrees to her course in one and a half seconds. He heard the lee side firing cut out, as Garrity hung on He held it as long as he could. Closer than he ever had before. At four miles he poured 12 G's for two seconds. yet it seemed to Paul he could make cap'n. With a little redecoratin', Ah 12 G's, trying to overcome the lead his pass had given away. Guns spoke quietly to Johnson. Paul was struggling with hundred-pound to himself. "Blow! Blow!" And she blew. Like a dirty ragged bit of fireworks, throwing tiny handfuls

<question>:
What is Sylvia's relation to Paul?

<options>:
A She is his wife
B She is a girl in a magazine
C She is his girlfriend
D She went to the Officers Ball with him once

<answer>:

C