QUOTE : You have noticed the Monet again,” she said approvingly. “Zachariasz overpaid horribly for that painting, but he was determined to have it.” Dr. Buchanan swiveled in his chair to look at the painting. “Hey, she looks like you, Mollie.” Mollie looked closer at the picture. It showed a young woman with a cascade of black curls spilling down her back, but that was the only resemblance Mollie could see. The woman stood in a green meadow dappled with sunlight, holding something protectively in her hand. Mollie leaned forward to get a better look. “She is holding a watch,” Mrs. Kazmarek said. “A gold watch.” “Oh” was the only thing Mollie could think to say. Dr. Buchanan turned his attention back to his bowl of Polish stew, but Mrs. Kazmarek watched Mollie with the strangest look of expectation on her face. The woman didn’t really think the picture looked like her, did she? There were so many things about Zack she didn’t know. In the past, he had been just an intimidating man in a starched collar with a list of rules she must follow. Now he was a man who had raced through a fire to save her. Who brought his pet bird home every weekend. And, for some reason, had horribly overpaid for a portrait of a girl holding a watch.