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There must be some sort of etiquette rule regarding how many times you can knock on someone"s door before just accepting that they are either not home or have no intention of answering. I don"t know what that number is myself, but I"m pretty sure I exceeded it. There"s probably also an etiquette rule regarding the volume of those knocks. If so, I broke that as well. But I didn"t want to just turn around and walk back home. The answers to my questions weren"t going to be found there. I put my hand on the doorknob and gave it a testing turn. My heart was in my throat as I did this. What was I going to do if I found that it wasn"t locked? Was I really going to emulate my grandmother and just let myself in to someone else"s house? My skin crawled at the mere thought. So it was kind of a re