"That's not it," Boxy told me early the next morning on the phone. "I mean it is an it, but it's not my it, if you know what I mean."
"You're sure? How many Eye Shadow amulets can there possibly be?" I'd texted him pictures of the amulet at the library last night before I went home to see if it was his. After I took pictures of it, I put it back in its Smithsonian box with a note that read: Handle with extreme care!
"Oh, there are hundreds probably. Who knows? No, my Eye Shadow is red and gold like that one, but it has little tiny fissures in the center of the stone in a certain shape. Any guesses what that shape is?"
"Um..." I rubbed my tired eyes and gulped down another dose of coffee. "A ninja?"
"Not even close. A box. Get it? For Boxy."
"Ah, I see. Maybe you'll tell me how you got your nickname someday."
"Maybe I will and maybe I will. Someday."
"Got to keep that Boxy mystery alive somehow, right?"
He chuckled. "You bet. See you in one block. Almost there."