Amanda immediately stumbled backward and fell to the floor in a dramatic manner. Tears welled up in her eyes and streamed down her face. "Kelly," she sobbed. "What did I do wrong?"
“Kelly, what are you trying to do?” George demanded and rushed over to help Amanda up.
Amanda, still sniffling, murmured, “I’m fine. It’s my fault, I must have tripped. Don’t blame Kelly.”
I took a deep breath to steady myself. “Amanda,” I said, my voice trembling with controlled anger, “You pinched my arm. I didn’t push you. … ”
Before I could finish my sentence, George cut me off, "Enough! Amanda is a kind and gentle person. Why would she hurt you? Stop making up ridiculous lies!”
At that moment, Amanda whimpered, “George, my ankle hurts.”
Without sparing me another glance, George scooped Amanda into his arms and carried her outside. “She’s this way because I’ve spoiled her too much,” he explained.
“George, don't act like this. Kelly must have felt that I snatched you away, that's why she's acting like this …."
When George did not see, Amanda glanced back at me, a smug smile curling on her lips.
I stood rooted to the ground. This absurdity felt so ironic to me.