Sorting Things

Amanda fixed her eyes on the television and acted like she couldn't see Chidi or hear the conversation he was having over the phone.

After Chidi finished with his phone call, he looked at Amanda. "So, how old are you, Anita?" He asked with a smile, but Amanda pretended not to hear him. 

"Anita?" he called, making her turn to look at him with an innocent expression. "Are you referring to me? I thought you were still on the phone," she asked innocently. 

"No. I was asking how old you are," Chidi repeated.

"My name is not Anita. It is Amanda," Amanda crossed her legs before correcting him. 

"Oh! I'm sorry. I thought you told me Anita earlier," Chidi said with a small smile, which made Amanda scoff inwardly.

Why wouldn't he hear wrongly when he had been too busy trying to befriend Kathleen? Amanda asked herself. 

"I'll be eight years old on Christmas day," Amanda said, making Chidi raise a brow.