I shook my head meekly. Willy sighed and reached for a pastel stick. He sketched quickly on the layout pad, first in greys, then filling in with the three basics. It was a martini glass, and the first basic was the cherry in it. Then he addressed his signature under the sketch. He picked up the martini glass and drained it. Looking apologetically at my ogle he picked up the pastels again and said, "Sorry. Care for one?" I said sure. You have to go all the way or nowhere with these things. Besides, a drink might stop the rumbling in my stomach. "Make it a rye," I said. "Triple." He sketched it and signed it and handed it to me, and I said, "I see what you mean. Everything you sketch, huh?" The rye was good. Willy sighed morosely. "Anything in color. And I made my name in color work. I can't do a black and white for beans." "Why don't you--" "Leave off my signature?" He smiled wanly. "You know better than that, Jim." I did. He had a big name, and that, as is the way of commerce, is what the buyers paid for. Things looked hopeless for Willy. We sat. Red got up and stretched, then adjusted her halter, into which Willy had put too much imagination. She jumped from Willy's knee to the drawing desk, and stretched out on the pad. Willy looked at her hungrily, and she smiled warmly back at him. I was beginning to get that "third party" feeling--and then it hit me. I leaned forward excitedly. "We will make a million!" I roared. They stared at me. Coolly. I went to the back of the chair again. After a few minutes their contemptuous stares got my neck. "Okay, okay," I muttered. "We _won't_ make a million." They waited expectantly for a compatible solution. To show that I was still working on it I started talking again. "Let's sum up. You and Red want to get together. Which is only right, because you literally belong to each other. Check. But you can't, because Red's too small and you're too tall." "Check," they said simultaneously. I stumbled on. "Okay." I addressed Red. "Let's take you first. You are your--uh--natural size. You are satisfied with it. You cannot be projected up because it would distort you." Red nodded. "I would consider it indecent." "And anyway, you are satisfied with your element. You prefer it to Willy's." "Immensely more. So would Willy." "And what is your element?" I asked. "Willy's mind." * * * * * I ignored that because it led to the shakes department. I turned to Willy. I was getting excited. "Now, Willy. You are your natural size. You are unsatisfied with it, because--uh--your peculiar talent is lousing up your profession. What is more, Red's size and element is the preference manifested in your mind. Her element is doubly preferred, then, as against your own, by both of you, uh--" "Making the preference unanimous," Willy suggested.