But she's black

I need to read for art and look up reservation stuff for France, but here is my story for the day:

So today we were in Albano waiting for the bus. Stephen, Jordan, Reed, Ashlea, and I were standing under the shelter-like thing and this little old lady was there. She tried to start talking to me, but I couldn't understand through her muttering and just looked at Reed to translate, who could also hardly hear her words. After having her repeat herself, he responded to her that we were all indeed from the same country. She then asked me if we were from America and I said yes. Then she asked what country I was from and again I told her America. Then she asked what country Jordan was from (for non-UD people, he too is white) and I responded that he is also American and that we are all American. She has now heard that we are all from America 2 or 3 times, but cannot believe that Ashlea (aka-Black Girl) is from America, too. She started arguing with Reed "But she's black! She's not American!". Again, another "tutti, tutti" and the bus conveniently came up. It was the wrong one, but it gave us an excuse to walk away from her.

The top picture shows (left to right) me, Stephen, Reed, and Jordan.
Obviously, Black Girl is in the bottom picture. (the other kid is Anna)