There was another time I was working alone and this young woman answered the door. She was pretty and soft spoken. She had also been beaten very badly and very recently. She was shaking. I remember asking her if I could help her. She said no and I went on with my presentation.
What the hell was I going to do? I was working the door by myself and was younger than she was. Now I shudder to think what might have happened had she invited me inside. Would I have entered? Probably.
Anyway, she took the literature and I prayed for her. I also continued to work alone while a twosome worked the other end of the street.