A girl has died in deep distress, and as the priest and the undertaker's men proceed with burial, she is present on stage. Imagine Zoe's first real brush with life, perplexed, afraid, alone. To whom should she turn? Her family, her friends, her priest? They offer the help they deem necessary, not that which her need demands. None of them realize that interest, concern, even love, are not the same as compassion and charity. Although it is a poignant story, the dialogue is unsentimental, often grimly comic.