Your interest is overriding your loathing; you decide to question Mary further.

"What the fuck are you doing talking to Lawrence?"
"It's not like he's a complete stranger to me you know, we did meet several times on the set when you and I were seeing each other. We got along remember?"
"Yeah, I remember, so what, were you fucking him too at the time?"
"(Sigh) No Wolf, though I wouldn't have minded that since he was less of an asshole and a more open minded sort than you! In fact had he not been so in love with Irena, I might've tried, but I saw theirs was a true love and I wasn't going to break that up…"
"Hold just a goddamn minute! He told YOU about Irena before me?! You were keeping secrets from me?!"
"No! In fact I was the one who told him to tell you about Irena because I knew you'd find out eventually, though he should've picked a better time than in the middle of your divorce to do it. I didn't tell you because it wasn't my place and it was between you and him. He wanted to keep it secret since he was so afraid that you'd be disappointed in him…"
"Hah! Disappointment isn't a strong enough word!"
"Yeah, I guess that was a mistake on my part. I figured you'd be able to look past it and I told him you would because he was your son and you were so proud of him…huh. I see your mind hasn't changed on the subject though."
"Never will either, now that was fucking years ago what the hell are you doing still talking to him?"
"Wolf, just because I wasn't with you, doesn't mean I couldn't talk to Lawrence! Maybe by staying in contact with him, I felt like I was still in contact with you. Goddammit Wolf, I'm a free woman, I can talk to who I want! Besides, you disowned him anyway, what do you care?! I always kept in contact with Lawrence AND Irena. I even see them both every now and then…I bet I know more about Lawrence now than you do…hell I bet you don't even know they have children! You got MORE grandchildren you don't even know about!"

You stand in utter shock; you didn't even know such a pairing would produce off spring. You didn't really want to think about it really.

"He's got children?" you say dumbfounded.
"Yeah a few of them, they're a bit funny looking, but they're very cute! (Sigh) I always wished I was able to have children…" Mary says wistfully. "You know Wolf you really should see Lawrence. It would mean so much to him."

You don't know, maybe all this information has bewildered you a bit, maybe Mary laid down the lovin' really good, maybe you're getting soft in your old age or maybe, just MAYBE you do want to see Lawrence.

"…Alright…alright Mary, I'll go see him, but I'm not promising anything!"

Mary smiles and hugs you.

"You will?"
"Yeah, but if his cat bitch starts anything, I'm outta there!"
"Oh Irena's nice! You should get to know her too! She isn't at all like you think Cat People are! I'll go get ready!"
"What?! You're coming too?"
"Of course, someone's gotta keep you on a leash so you don't end up destroying something, besides I know where they live and you don't, so I'm going with you."

Soon you and Mary get on your Harley and are on your way. Mary tells you how to get your son's house. You didn't even realize he lived in the same state. You park your bike outside a fairly nice looking house. Your son's been doing something right.

You take a deep breath when you get to the door and stand there for a few seconds preparing yourself, and then ring the bell.

The door opens almost immediately and a feline face stands before you, this must be Irena. It's obvious she recognizes you, but predictably she doesn't look happy to see you.

"You? What do you want?" she demands, while Mary looks at you a little concerned about what you're going to say.

You be an asshole

So much for civility…

"Peeyew! It smells like a fucking litter box emanating from the house!"
"Wolf! You said you'd be civil!" Mary remarks.
"Doesn't sound like something I'd say."
"Mary, why'd you bring this dick here?" Irena asks.
"Because I THOUGHT he wanted to reunite with his son, not be obnoxious!"

Just then your son comes to the door. He's even more surprised to see you.

"Dad? What, what're you doing here?"
"Insulting your wife so far." Irena answers.
"I don't need to insult your feline ass; you people do a good enough job of that yourself by your mere existence."
"Now that's enough Wolf!" Mary says hitting you.
"Fuck you, you mean old bastard!" Irena says.
"Dad, come on stop. Look let's all go inside and…"

Now two little furballs come to the door, they look like Wolf cubs, but the unmistakable feline features are there. They look up at you with wide eyes.

"Who's that Daddy?"
"That's your grandfather." Lawrence says picking one up. "Dad you've never even seen your own grandchildren. You want to hold them?"
"Don't let that bastard hold them! He's never bothered to see ANY of his grandchildren! Fuckin' deadbeat!" Irena says.
"Shit, they'd be safer with me than they are with you! You better watch your kids Lawrence, she'll be trying to molest them soon, if she isn't already, you know how those fuckin' cats are!"

Oooh boy you really crossed the line that time.

"WOLF!" Mary shouts.
"How fucking DARE you! Fuck you! I don't need to be insulted on my own property! Get the fuck out!"
"Dad, you're out of line! You can't just come here and insult my wife and family like this!"
"Oh so that's how it is eh? I've been hearing about how you want to see me so bad, but now you're showing your true colors. You're gonna side with your wife, instead of your blood. Shit, I knew you were whipped. I wasted my fucking time all those years ago trying to groom you to take my place and there's no point in wasting my time here, I'm fuckin' done. Enjoy your fuckin' life with your cat bitch and your halfcat brats." As you turn around you address Mary. "Yeah, this was a great idea Mary. If you want a ride back home, I'll be on my bike waiting a few minutes, if not, you can get a ride from either the inbreeder or the traitor."

You get on your bike and wait awhile for Mary, but it's apparent she isn't following, so you take off and leave. Fuck her too and if she doesn't want to work on the movie idea with you; then fuck that as well, you'll survive somehow, you always have. It's what you do best. You had a temporary moment of weakness, but when it came down to it, you stuck by your principles. You might be an old and broke, but at least you're not fucking a cat thing.