Uncle Ron, though, walked right up to him and put a twenty in his cup. The man smiled a toothy smile and said thank you, but Uncle Ron just stared at him. The man looked at him, then over at me. I could tell he was trying to assess what was going on, but then Uncle Ron said, “Don’t mention it, brother.” Before we rounded the corner to where we were parked, Uncle Ron turned back, but the homeless man was gone. “I always think,” he said, “that it could be Sonny.”
Another part that made me emotional.
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