"What? Why are you knocking Kristyn?"
She was also astonished as to why her father would be asking that. He'd brought her and Horace to this stately pub in the busiest streets in Wescan.
She removed her neatly manicured fingers from inside the door knocker, giving him space to scratch around in his pocket for the keys. Horace tapped her head nodding his head forward to convey a silent question of what the hell was going on here, she shrugged and shook her head, she was equally as puzzled as he was.
She was more familiar with the suburban streets and there were supermarkets on her street so she didn't need to leave her housing development unless she really needed something that they couldn't provide access to.
After a few unsuccessful attempts, the key twisted in the hole and clicked twice before Mr. Chevalier was able to push the front door open. Horace and Kristyn followed in from the front porch.
"No way! This is a–"
