A Story from Ronee

It took me 3 days to find Zoe. I needed to now that the rumors of her dying were true. The coroner called me late yesterday and said the reason I have been having such a hard time finding her....is that her name is John. I always knew something was different about her and in the beggining of our friendship did not quite know how to decide...male or female. I decided female and referred to Zoe as her. She never corrected me and never claimed a gender.There was an air about her that said this far and no farther regarding what we could talk about. She never acted like I was intrusive at the same time.Every now and then the light would catch her face just right and I would think I saw a shadow....I would wonder but just resolved,Zoe was at the very most a girl that at some point maybe took male hormones? I would look at her hands ....small not masculine...her slight build. She did wear her hair in unusual defining Zoe way that I had never seen before. Zoe was impeccably clean but her hair looked like it had not been washed in years and was a solid mat that swept across the top of her head as if she was hanging on to it for dear life....or it was hiding something?...a baldness...I wondered, but always in the back of my mind and it never changed the fact that I really believed Zoe was a girl. Imagine my surprise......and then I knew...really. It is very confusing. I had some good conversations with Zoe about God and she said she listened to some Steve tapes.I cannot believe the God I know would send Zoe to hell.I will never meet another Zoe so when you are entertaining strangers....be alert because you may be entertaining angels unaware.And this is why I spend time downtown. Ronee.