"May I help you?" I ask the busy young girl.  "I'm okay", she replies timidly.  "I insist", not waiting for an answer, and picking up her huge laundry basket, "My name is Ruth,"  The baby now quieting down, she smiles reluctantly, "My name is Angelita ...and oh, thank you."   When I get to her door, a man appearing to be a displeased father, quickly grabs the laundry basket from me and places it just inside the door.   While still blocking the door, he quickly ushers Angelita and the baby inside. He reaches inside his pocket, handing me a five dollar bill, "This is for carrying the basket up."   Attempting a slight smile, I reply, "No, that's okay ...it's my pleasure to help." His mannerisms remind me of how my dad used to be, so when he says, "I insist!", I take the money.  But I barely have enough time to say, "Thank you", before he closes the door.