" moment to answer. He looked over the railing at our small backyard, which, no matter how our mother tried to dress up with annuals each year, still managed to appear sad and pitiful. “It’s just the way it has to be,” he said. “There’s an order to things, and the Greek is out of order.” I considered this, but it just didn’t make any sense to me. The Greek had bought the neighborhood candy store last year.   It was true that he was not as likable as Mr. Bellini, the old owner who had dispensed candy to the kids and milk "

― Tom Upton , Fading Away