Family: The Secret Ingredient. Leandra Logan

competitive. This place needed to change with the times and it hasn’t.”

      “It had fallen out of favor in general—before Andy’s death,” Michael admitted. “It’s considered a bit too old world for the college kids, too dark and stuffy for business lunches.”

      Kyle brightened up. “Once we fix it up, it’ll appeal to everyone. But mainly our peers, who are on their way, have a little money to spend and want some elegance for it.”

      Michael beamed. “Perfect.”

      Kyle picked up a clipboard off the bar. “Amelia and I have been here a few times, brainstorming. I’ve made notes.” He showed them to Michael.

      “Toss rickety bamboo stuff,” Michael read, running a finger down the list. “Replace flooring. Sand down bar, apply lighter varnish. Polish brass bar rail. Brighten up lighting.” He looked up. “Gee I hope you aren’t planning to light this place too much.”

      “I intend to make that possible, but dimmer switches will provide the necessary control.”

      “Good idea.” His finger slid to the end of the list. “So today we strip.”

      “We?” Kyle set the clipboard back on the bar and moved around to switch on every light.

      Michael rubbed his hands together. “Remember the improvements we made on our old apartment. It’ll be just like old times if I stick around and help.”