I reply in a sweet little girl’s voice, “Miki. Miki Anton” and suck my stupid thumb again.
There is a collective gasp from all the girls. Their eyes get big as they stare in amazement.
The youngest one exclaims, “I told you it was her. Isn’t she the most adorable thing you ever saw?”
There is major agreement. They all start asking more questions at the same time.
Another of the girls quiets them and says, “You guys are scaring her. She’s just a little girl somehow. Have a heart.”
She looks at me and says, Don’t mind us Miki. We are your friends and have only the best intentions. How old are you?”