"Then why don't you draw her full size?" I asked.
Willy looked miserable. "I do."
I said, "Mmm?"
"I do draw her full-size. That's Red's full size. Twelve inches."
I nodded, following his lips.
"Once," he continued, "I drew her a little larger."
From her perch on my kneecap Red said, coolly, "Don't you dare try that again."
"No, dear," Willy said, sadly.
I rubbed my head. To Willy I said, "You can't—project her?"
Willy started to answer, but Red interrupted. She looked piqued.