Her gaze landed on three of Louisa’s bird woman paintings lined up under the window. She drew closer and examined them. “I didn’t know you did self-portraits.” “They’re not mine,” said Karina. “They’re hers,” and at the same time Louisa said, “They’re mine.” Fiona looked at Louisa and then back at Karina, who held her gaze. At last Fiona said, “Well, no wonder they’re so wonderful. You can always tell when an artist loves her subject.”
