“Norman picked up a sketch, glanced at it, then put it back down on the table. "I saw Bea Williamson this morning," he said in a low voice. "Lurking about looking for cut glass."

"Oh, of course," Mira said with a sigh. "Did she have it with her?"

Norman nodded solemnly. "Yep. I swear, I think it's almost gotten ... bigger."

Mira shook her head. "Not possible."

"I'm serious," Norman said. "It's way big."

I kept waiting for someone to expand on this, but since neither of them seemed about to, I asked, "What are you talking about?"

They looked at each other.

Then, Mira took a breath. "Bea Williamson's baby," she said quietly, as if someone could hear us, "has the biggest head you have ever seen."

Norman nodded, seconding this.

"A baby?" I said.

"A big-headed baby," Mira corrected me. "You should see the cranium on this kid. It's mind-boggling.”