"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 ...