" At dinnertime, Bapou brought us a covered plate of spanakopita and two honey-sweet kataïfi pastries made from shredded phyllo dough. He and Theo exchanged a few words, and then he patted my head softly. 'Beautiful. Welcome to Santorini.'
His voice was uncharacteristically subdued, and I saw the meaning in his eyes. I'm sorry your father is ill. "

― Jenna Evans Welch , Love & Olives (Love & Gelato, #3)