Chicken In Greece excerpt, page 56…

When Bob Newman had called at the house one evening not long after Bill had left and made the suggestion she was a little shocked that there was someone as foolish as her husband but he convinced her that he was sincere and, just as important, a good man to have along. “Kay,” he had said, “let’s face facts. We both know Bill, he’s not going to be able to do it himself. I mean, I know he’s got talent and all that but you know he’s the collapsible type. I’m sure he’s thinking with the supper club he’d be some kind of Toots Shor, hopping around from table to table, wrapping arms around shoulders, talking light, resolving some of the problems of the world. That was the way he was in school; unfortunately, business was not like that. I know at least what running a business is. He thinks he’s going to retire. I think the idea’s great. The little I know about Greece and from what Bill had said last time I saw him tells me the thing has a good chance. But not by himself.” Bob seemed anxious, but Kay didn’t want to be responsible for him going broke on a wild goose chase.

     “What about your store?” she asked him.

     “Sold it. Don’t have to go into it now, but I got rid of it. Five years in the chicken Bar-B-Que business is enough.” Kay was keen enough to sense that Bob didn’t want to go into why he gave up what she knew was a successful little business in the Bronx which all of his friends in industry envied him for, so she restrained her curiosity and didn’t press him.”