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"In these matters, the only certainty is that nothing is certain." –Pliny the Elder
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Chapter 7
In Which Our Hero Is Questioned
Then he extended his hand to her and said, "I'm Jack Kelly."
And realization struck her like a bolt of lightning.
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Cappi just stared at the boy open-mouthed. He seemed to notice the look of shock on her face.
"What's your name?" he said slowly, as if speaking to a small child.
"Y-You're-You're J-Jack Kelly?" she said in bewilderment.
"Yeah," Jack replied casually. He then repeated his previous question, "What's your name?"
"But-but you can't be Jack Kelly. That just doesn't make sense. Unless, of course, your great-grandfather's name was Jack Kelly, and you're his clone...because you look too much like him to just be his great-grandson. Like I said, that just doesn't make sense," she rambled.
Jack was staring at her with great caution, as if she was a wild animal trained to attack without a moment's notice.
"What are you talking about?" Jack asked, suspicion ringing in his voice.
"You," Cappi said, "you can't be Jack Kelly."
"And why not," Jack replied, crossing his arms in defiance.
"Because that would make you like...over a hundred years old," she said.
Then she remembered the photograph she had stuck in her pocket earlier. She pulled it out and shoved it in the boy's face.
"That's Jack Kelly...so who are you?"
Jack's face twisted into a look of surprise and anger. He pulled the photo from Cappi's hand and glared at it, cursing under his breath.
"Where did you get this?" he asked, his voice filled with venom.
"It was my great-grandmother's. I found it in her diary, Jack Kelly," she replied harshly.
"What's your name?" Jack asked once more.
"Cappi Sellers."
"Well, Cappi, it seems I've got a lot of explaining to do," he said, grabbing her by the wrist and pulling her to the front of the store.
"Wait!" she screeched, wrenching her hand from his grasp.
"What?" he asked innocently.
"I just met you, and you're already trying to kidnap me?" she exclaimed.
"I'm not trying to kidnap you," Jack said, putting his arms up as if to say he came in peace, "I just...well, I've got a lot to explain, and I can't really do it in the middle of the grocery store where anybody could overhear."
"Yeah...and?"
"And...look, would you just come with me?" he asked.
"Fine, fine. But we're going to my house where I'll be safe. My mother told me not to get into cars with strangers," she replied.
"Okay," Jack said, and he began leading her out of the store.
By now, Cappi had forgotten her quest for ketchup, and Jack didn't really care about the groceries he had come to buy. They both needed answers.