Well here’s my front door. My fist is poised ready to knock. Coming home is ultra awkward. Knock. Knock. Knock. No answer. Knock. Knock. Knock. “They’re out!”
“Al it is like four a.m. They’ll be asleep,” points out Danny.
“My dad wouldn’t be. He’s forever busy.” I knock extra loudly. “Yeah they’re definitely out. You’ll have to break down the door.” I move aside to let Geordie give the door his shoulder.
“I ain’t breaking down your door.”
“My dad’s an architect; he can replace a door easy.”
“Fine.” Geordie tries to give the door his shoulder. When that fails he gives it a hefty kick, shortly followed by cursing as his foot goes through wooden panelling.
I help Charlie down from Hotaru. Honey and Chunk left as soon as we landed over Kensington’s wall to avoid us standing out. Off Hot
