" 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. "