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Black Box: Part 5
“It’s 1903.” I state. “I turned sixteen on November 14, 1903.”
“Now, you’re lying!”
As I remembered the details, I closed my eyes, not that it changed what I saw. “Jarsmaa’s didn’t have a restaurant until 1904. They were building it when I celebrated my birthday.”
My eyes shot open. Wait, does that mean…
“You’re right.” Luka laughed. “It was so popular, only being open for a year. My friend had to steal someone’s reservation…”
Luka continued with his story, but my mind was on another planet. Was the last thing I remember my sixteenth birthday? Maybe I just had amnesia? What if Luka is pulling my leg?
“…when they did show up, it was a hoot!” Luka slapped his knee. “You should have seen the looks on their faces when the host kicked them out for impersonating…”
Hmm. I scratched my head. Probably not. Then what happened?
“Anouk?” Luka awoke me from deep thought. “You’re mumbling again.”
“What if I have been in this box for two years?” I blurted out.
I let the question linger. Feeling around the space, I apprehended the blanket from the bench and wrapped it around myself, like a cocoon. It provided only a small comfort, so I pulled my legs to my chest.
