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Miss Abercrombie, the manual therapist patted the old man on the shoulder. "You're doing just fine, Mr. Lieberman. Show it to me when you have finished." The oldster in the stained convalescent suit gave her a quick, shy smile and went back to his aimless smearing in the finger paints. Miss Abercrombie smoothed her smock down over trim hips and surveyed the other patients working at the long tables in the hospital's arts and crafts shop. Two muscular and bored attendants in spotless whites, lounged beside the locked door and chatted idly about the Dodgers' prospects for the pennant | feedboo is A Filbert Is a Nut Rick Raphael Published 1959 Categorie s Fiction Science Fiction Short Stories Source http gutenberg.org 1 Also available on Feedbooks for Rick Code Three 1963 The Thirst Quenchers 1963 Make Mine Homogenized 1960 Sonny 1963 Copyright Please read the legal notice included in this e-book and or check the copyright status in your country. Note This book is brought to you by Feedbooks http www.feedbooks.com Strictly for personal use do not use this file for commercial purposes. 2 Miss Abercrombie the manual therapist patted the old man on the shoulder. You re doing just fine Mr. Lieberman. Show it to me when you have finished. The oldster in the stained convalescent suit gave her a quick shy smile and went back to his aimless smearing in the finger paints. Miss Abercrombie smoothed her smock down over trim hips and surveyed the other patients working at the long tables in the hospital s arts and crafts shop. Two muscular and bored attendants in spotless whites lounged beside the locked door and chatted idly about the Dodgers prospects for the pennant. Through the barred windows of the workshop rolling green hills were seen their tree-studded flanks making a pleasant setting for the mental institution. The crafts building was a good mile away from the main buildings of the hospital and the hills blocked the view of the austere complex of buildings that housed the main wards. The therapist strolled down the line of tables pausing to give a word of advice here and a suggestion there. She stopped behind a frowning intense patient rapidly shaping blobs of clay into odd-sized strips and forms. As he finished each piece he carefully placed it into a hollow shell hemisphere of clay. And what are we making today Mr. Funston Miss Abercrombie asked. The flying fingers continued to whip out the bits of shaped clay as the patient ignored the question. He hunched closer to his table as if to draw away from the woman. We mustn t be antisocial Mr. Funston