As usual, she had yelled out: "Knock! Knock!" Rather than actually knocking. I didn't (and to this day, still don't) understand exactly why, but that's just what she did. She would yell out, then simply open the door and skip inside. Like she lived there. To be honest, I didn't (and to this day, still don't) mind. It was one of her not-so-famous quirks, for I was the only one. Other houses, apartments, flats, wherever; Celine would rap twice and then her eyes would fall coyly to the floor as she waited to be let in. Like a lost puppy. But then, she was always different around me.
I'd been living in that house for three months, my first hous