From Twitterlit "There was a knock at the door, so hesitant as to be almost inaudible."

"There was a knock at the door, so hesitant as to be almost inaudible." She would never have heard it all except that she had been sweeping the floor in the hall. She opened it and found herself staring at a waif of a girl. Her eyes a blue as deep as the Adriatic sea.
“Can I help you?” She asked perhaps a bit too abruptly.
The young girl began to speak slowly but the language was unintelligible to Maureen, which was saying something since she spoke no less than six languages fluently.
“I’m sorry, I don’t understand you. Do you speak English?” The young girl shook her head. “Greek? Serbian? Russian?” Again a shake of the girl’s head. Then she began to cry softly and started to turn to the door.
“No its ok. Please, stay.” Trying to speak reassuringly knowing that the girl had no idea what she was saying but hoping that she would understand her willingness to be of assistance to her. The girl was crying softly when she stopped and then silently collapsed onto the tile floor.