Sonny's Angel It was Friday afternoon and we hadn't even seen a baseball game. Just sittin', readin' and relaxin' and eatin' chocolate marshmallow Easter bunnies when my top middle, okay left of middle, porcelain crown split, crumbled and left me a snaggle tooth old hag. Brother was outside by the pool, visiting and talking. So I sat and cried. And he came in and offered to take me home, and I cried some more. So we decided to go on to Sonny's and eat bar-b-que ribs, they are so good in Haines City, even if I had to cut them off the bone. And the tears still rolled down my cheeks and I went to the ladies to freshen up. Standing in the corner, was a lady, 35ish, dressed in black, brunette, knock-dead complexion, pleasingly plump and really good-looking --- with one foot in the sink --- washing it. She look up asked me what was wrong. I smiled and she knew before I even said I broke my front tooth. She gave out a hearty laugh, and said --- is that all, when I saw your face, I thought sure your husband had taken you out to eat and told you he was divorcing you for a younger woman. And we both laughed and laughed and laughed. I washed my face, looked up and she was gone. Went back to the table and Brother was shocked at the change in me --- I must have been beaming. And I told him what happened and described the lady in black. He said he'd been watching the door and no one had come out of the ladies room. She'll always be "Sonny's Angel." Jane