Linda groaned again. "Why does it matter?" He walked out into the hall and into his sister's room. "Jonny, did you take my shoes?"
"Leave your sister alone, Linda," his mom said.
"She's taken things before," Linda said.
"Leave her alone. Go back to your room."
Linda groaned and did as his mother said. But he didn't like it.
Zoe entered the house, dropping the sneakers, and went upstairs, passing by an adult woman dressed in the clothes of a pre-teen boy. Zoe's mind reeled...caught between multiple visions. Part of her told her this was her mother...a woman she'd fought with for control over her life. The other identified her as a stranger...but not for long.
Zoe headed up to the Master Bedroom, and began rooting around in the closet. She stripped off her black clothing...it no longer suited her. She went to the bathroom and began to strip off her makeup. Her mind grew more and more blank as she stripped off each trace of her uniqueness and identity.
Then, a blank slate, she began to redress.
