Shane and Jenny both laughed. “Yeah, thank God we don’t have anything to do with the nightclub thing anymore. That was horrible. I have no idea how Kit put up with it for so long.”

“Remember when we had three DJs cancel in the space of a week?” Jenny asked. “I never want to have anything to do with that kind of thing anymore. We can let the younger ones run it. I don’t have the time or the energy for that bullshit anymore.”

“Why don’t you guys just sell the place?” I asked for what had to be the hundred millionth time.

“Because there’s no point,” Jenny replied before Shane could say anything. “We don’t do much of anything. If we never went in at all, it’d be fine. They could just call us and take any forms to our lawyer. But I like owning it and I like going in and seeing how it works.”

“But it’s gotta be stressful.”

Shane shrugged. “Not really. That’s why we have managers, they handle everything. All we really do is sign papers and make some food in the kitchen, help the chefs a little. It’s nothing.”

“If you say so,” I said, rolling my eyes. I knew they were right, though. For the past decade or two, when either of them had been there, they were usually sitting on one of the sofas or doing something in the office. Occasionally Shane would be in the kitchen, but that was generally when it was slow. Not that they didn’t do a great job of making executive decisions on everything; the place had had a makeover a few years ago that had really made it more inviting. They’d also added on to the back to help out with the nightclub crowd, and they were now able to keep the café completely separated from the nightclub, which made for much easier cleanup.

They were also really great at hiring staff. All the kids in the group had worked there at one time or another, and their kids seemed to be planning on it as well. They’d also hired some really great people to run the place in both its day and night time roles, and it had gone really smoothly and still made quite a bit of money.