 Which statement about the relationship between Thaddeus Funston and Miss Abercrombie is most true, based on the facts in the story?
Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from Astounding Science Fiction November 1959. Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed. Illustrated by Freas Miss Abercrombie, the manual therapist patted the old man on the shoulder. 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. As he finished each piece, he carefully placed it into a hollow shell hemisphere of clay. The flying fingers continued to whip out the bits of shaped clay as the patient ignored the question. "We mustn't be antisocial, Mr. Funston," Miss Abercrombie said lightly, but firmly. "You've been coming along famously and you must remember to answer when someone talks to you. Thaddeus Funston continued to mold the clay bits and put them in place. "Atom bomb." "Pardon me, Mr. Funston. I thought you said an 'atom bomb.'" Safely behind the patient's back, Miss Abercrombie smiled ever so slightly. "Why that's very good, Mr. Funston. "All right, fellows," he called out, "time to go back. At the clay table, Funston feverishly fabricated the last odd-shaped bit of clay and slapped it into place. Miss Abercrombie gazed around the cluttered room and picked up her chart book of patient progress. At the clay table, she carefully lifted the top half of the clay ball and stared thoughtfully at the jumbled maze of clay strips laced through the lower hemisphere. As she drove out of the hospital grounds, Thaddeus Funston stood at the barred window of his locked ward and stared vacantly over the hills towards the craft shop. The sun set, darkness fell over the stilled hospital grounds and the ward lights winked out at nine o'clock, leaving just a single light burning in each ward office. At 3:01 a.m., Thaddeus Funston stirred in his sleep and awakened. Funston turned to the window and stared out across the black hills that sheltered the deserted crafts building.
 She encourages him to keep making progress over time as she supervises him in one area of his treatment
 She encourages him to keep making progress over time as she supervises him in one area of his treatment  Thaddeus has long confided in Miss Abercrombie as his therapist and she is shocked that someone she trusted closely would cause so much damage  Miss Abercrombie has long considered Thaddeus a problem student of hers and is frustrated by his behavior  She tries to stifle his creative instincts and doesn't let him express himself the way he wants