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

<passage>:
The weatherman was always right: Temperature, 59 humidity, 47% As he forced his way back to the doorway needles of rain played over his face and he heard a voice cry out from somewhere in the living room. "Help!" Lieutenant MacBride called. Standing in the doorway with his wet hair plastered down on his dripping scalp, the wind roaring about him, the piano rumbling in the and take—the sole difference being that Humphrey Fownes had no idea he Winds ," he said in a whisper. "What's happening?" MacBride yelled, crouching behind the sofa. " March was playing. The winds roared for a moment and then MacBride's lost voice emerged from the blackness of the living room. "These are not rather than skill that enabled the police to maintain such a tight surveillance on him, a surveillance that went to the extent of getting that was always 47%, by weather that was always Optimum. It was this with photographs had been prepared and was being read by two men in an orange patrol car parked down the street. Lanfierre had undoubtedly been affected by his job. "Are you going to make it stop or aren't you!" MacBride yelled. approach with a distinct feeling of admiration, although it was an "You'll have to tell me what you did first!" Sitting behind the wheel of the orange car, he watched Humphrey Fownes told him not to touch that wheel! Lanfierre. He's in the upstairs particularly virulent strain of pneumococcus under his microscope. Lanfierre's job was to ferret out aberration. It couldn't be tolerated within the confines of a dome. Conformity had become more than a social force bedroom!" to that of a pathologist observing for the first time a new and "I'm not sure what's going to come of this," he said to Lanfierre with wheel in his hand. Lanfierre was almost proud of Humphrey Fownes. "What have I done?" Lanfierre asked in the monotone of shock. up the stairs. He found Lanfierre standing outside the bedroom with a They started down the stairs carefully, but the wind caught them and they quickly reached the bottom in a wet heap. Recruiting Lieutenant MacBride from behind his sofa, the men carefully edged out of the house and forced the front door shut. ," Lanfierre said, savoring it. MacBride looked at the Fownes house through the magnifying glass of "I never figured on this ," Lanfierre said, shaking his head. shakes patronizing tone of voice. MacBride returned the notebook to the breast pocket of his orange uniform. "Go on," he said, amused. "It sounds interesting." He tossed the dossier carelessly on the back seat. Lanfierre sat stiffly behind the wheel, affronted. The cynical MacBride couldn't really appreciate fine aberrations. In some ways MacBride was a barbarian. Lanfierre had held out on Fownes for months. He had even contrived to engage him in conversation once, a pleasantly absurd, irrational little chat that titillated him for weeks. It was only with the greatest reluctance that he finally mentioned Fownes to MacBride. After years of searching for differences Lanfierre had seen how extraordinarily repetitious people were, echoes really, dimly "Sure, he was different ," Lanfierre murmured. "I knew that much." resounding echoes, each believing itself whole and separate. They spoke " Now what?" MacBride said, thoroughly exasperated, as this strange "It's like this, MacBride. Do you know what a wind is? A breeze? A black cloud began to accelerate, whirling about like some malevolent top.... "Why don't you take a vacation?" Lieutenant MacBride suggested. winds, MacBride. Winds like you and I can't imagine. And if there was zephyr?" "What," MacBride asked, his bravado slipping away again, "what ... is a twister?" Lieutenant MacBride pursed his lips. "I'll tell you something else," Lanfierre went on. "The windows confines of everyday living ." MacBride's eyes and mouth were great zeros. "Is there something I can turn?" Lanfierre asked. Huge chunks of glass began to fall around them. single window in the place will drop to its sill." Lanfierre leaned all close at the same time. You'll be watching and all of a sudden every back in the seat, his eyes still on the house. "Sometimes I think MacBride whistled. "No, I don't need a vacation." A falling piece of glass dissolved into a puff of gossamer against the windshield. Lanfierre started and bumped his knee on the steering wheel. "No, you don't need a rest," MacBride said. "You're starting to see , will you marry me? Yoo-hoo!" Lanfierre and Lieutenant MacBride leaned against their car and waited, dazed. MacBride and Lanfierre both leaned forward, as if waiting for the ghostly babble of voices to commence. There was quite a large fall of glass. dipped and twisted, straining at the mooring of its foundation. The house could have been preparing to take off and sail down the.... MacBride looked at Lanfierre and Lanfierre looked at MacBride and then The street was deserted and quiet, not a movement, not a sound. they both looked back at the dancing house. "And the ," Lanfierre said. "The water he uses! He could be neurotic when they could be enjoying a happy, normal existence. There was something implacable about his sighs. "He'll be coming out soon," Lanfierre said. "He eats supper next door with a widow. Then he goes to the library. Always the same. Supper at the widow's next door and then the library." MacBride's eyebrows went up a fraction of an inch. "The library?" he said. "Is he in with that bunch?" Lanfierre nodded. "Should be very interesting," MacBride said slowly. "I can't wait to see what he's got in there," Lanfierre murmured, watching the house with a consuming interest. shut. The house began to shake. practical purposes I'm never going to marry again. All my husbands die." going to marry you and if you want reasons I'll give you four of them. Andrew. Curt. Norman. And Alphonse." The widow was a passionate woman. She did everything for a cocktail for two!" He grasped the doorway to keep from being blown out of the house. "I it was a physical necessity. And, after years of working at it, Lanfierre had become an admirer of eccentricity. He came to see that When he heard this Fownes plunged into the house and fought his way genuine quirks were rare and, as time went on, due partly to his own "I hadn't thought of that," Fownes said quietly. small efforts, rarer. "Oh, it doesn't really matter. I'll join Andrew, Curt, Norman—" "That won't be necessary," Fownes said with unusual force. "With all Space? Miles and miles of space where the real-estate monopoly has "Is there something I can turn?" Lanfierre asked. "Not any more there isn't." look of such intense abstraction on his features that Lanfierre felt a wistful desire to get out of the car and walk along with the man. It primes ." MacBride frowned and added it to the dossier. Lanfierre sighed.) "And up and down." borrowed it and eventually, why eventually they got married." "What kind of a place is this?" MacBride said, his courage beginning tact, "because it will be lonely out there for the two of us. My future wife and I have to leave now

<question>:
What is the relationship between Lanfierre and MacBride?

<options>:
A Lanfierre is training in MacBride
B MacBride is Lanfierre's superior
C they are partners working on the case
D Lanfierre is the aberration expert, and MacBride is a cop

<answer>:

D