The night her father died, the elevator was out of order. They had moved in a week ago into the brand new building, making several trips up in the elevator piled with furniture. The phone had yet to be installed and her brother had raced down the 24 flights of stairs to the public phone to call an ambulance. The EMT had to struggle up the 24 flights of stairs, carrying a stretcher. Her father was 53 and the stroke was his first. Shoba always wondered if her father could have been saved if the men had not had to use the stairs.