"Look Irena, I'm not here to fight, I just want to see Lawrence."

Speaking of whom, Lawrence arrives at the door; he's very surprised to see you.

"Dad?! What're you doing here?"
"I don't really know, you can thank Mary here for even convincing me though… look we need to talk in private, I can't be doing this shit in front of everyone."

Lawrence nods understanding completely and invites everyone in, Mary and Irena go off together while you and your son enter a study of some sort, where you have a fairly long talk. You find out that he runs his own security business, and is his own boss, which is something you can certainly respect. He excitedly tells about everything that's occurred in his life since you "disowned" him. Its weird, he doesn't seem to hold any kind of grudge or anything towards you. He's just so happy you're here. Must be a trait he picked up from his human mother's side, because you know damn well he didn't inherit it from you. If the roles were reversed, you're certain you would've slammed the door in your own face.

For once you're glad Lawrence isn't completely like you. You also realize that you have been unreasonable for all these years. You still don't approve of your son's choice in mates, but like Mary said, you need to get over it.

Just then a couple of little furballs come wandering into the room, they look like Wolf cubs, but the unmistakable feline features are there. They look at you with wide eyes.

"Hey, Tom and Isis. Come closer, I want you to meet someone." Lawrence says.
"Who's that Daddy?" Tom asks.
"That's your grandfather." Lawrence says picking one up. "Dad you've never even seen your own grandchildren. You want to hold them?"
"Uh…erm…I don't think we're quite there yet Lawrence." You say
"Okay, I understand…hey! We're having dinner soon, you should stay!"
"I dunno it might be weird."
"Nonsense! Look if you think you're going to get into it with Irena, I can tell you it won't happen if you don't say anything to her. She'll keep quiet if you do. I hope you can be a little civil, I know it sucks when I have to be civilized to clients for my job, but you know how it is."
"Yeah I know how it is. Alright I can do it. Hell, I've come this far. This is a whole new experience for me. I hope just hope you've got some good food."
"Of course! We're not vegetarians here you know!"
"Well that's good, or else I would've had to disown you again!" you badly joke.

There's a period of silence, and you think you might've stepped over the line, however Lawrence begins to laugh.

"Disown me? If I become a vegetarian, just put a fucking silver bullet in my head! Ha ha!"

You laugh too, and breathe a sigh of relief. You remind yourself that you'll have to do a better job of your words at the dinner table!

Dinner is a pleasant affair; Irena certainly is an excellent cook. In fact it looks like she's an excellent housewife in general. You've noticed the house is spotless. She might be a house cat, but she's certainly not a lazy one. Maybe there are exceptions to Cat People. She doesn't talk to you, but she doesn't start anything either. Everyone eats except Mary who doesn't require it, but she looks happy that you're here making an effort to get along with everyone. You can't be sure, but you get the impression that she did this for herself as much as she did for you. Mary's own "family" is pretty fucked up and she's unable to have children of her own. Maybe in some ways she hoped to create a "surrogate" family that she could be apart of instead and all that was missing was you.

The doorbell rings.

"Who could that be?" Lawrence asks Irena.
"I don't know, I'll go check."

Irena gets up to answer the door and you can hear a loud voice in the next room.

"Sis! It's so good to see you! How about a hug for your brother?"

You hear some muttering and whispering, but can't quite make it out. A few seconds later, another Irena and another Cat Person enters the room. You don't like him. He's fat and scruffy. He looks like scum and smells like scum. All your previous good feelings immediately start to dissipate. Mary looks over at you.

"Uncle Oliver!" the furballs say in unison.
"Hey, kids! It's been a long time since I've seen you! I'll be staying here for awhile so we'll have lots of time to play!"

You don't like him.

"Hey Lawrence…I hope you've been taking good care of my sister." He says with almost a hint of distain.

You really don't like him.

"Who's this couple?" he asks when noticing you and Mary. He gives you an unmistakable hostile stare.

You hate him.

You immediately whisper to Mary. "Who the fuck is this shithead?"
"Its Irena's brother, Oliver. I don't know too much about him, this the first time I've met him in person."

You stick around

You've just reconciled with your son you're not leaving now, but you're still on heightened state of agitation.

"This is my father Wolf, and his…girlfriend Mary." Lawrence says unsure of if that's actually the case. You and Mary look at each other, shrug and nod silently in agreement that it is.
"Wow, Lawrence, your family doesn't keep to your own kind. Your Dad's fucking a corpse and you're fucking my sister. Wait, you're also part human aren't you? Sheesh, you Werewolves will fuck anything that isn't another Werewolf! Can't say I blame you though! HAR HAR HAR (BURP!) I'm kidding! I'm kidding of course. Relax. Hey Irena bring your pretty little tail over here and bring me some food too!"

Okay you are REALLY close to losing it. Mary senses this and whispers to you to just calm down. It's very difficult though. Meanwhile you see Irena bring Oliver some food, Lawrence isn't paying attention as he's talking to his children, but you notice Oliver is lecherously looking at Irena the whole time. Then he begins stuffing his bloated face when Lawrence turns back around.

"Yeah, I'll be staying here awhile Lawrence; I had a couple of job set backs. Might be awhile before I can find another one. Irena said it was okay." Oliver says while food hangs from his mouth.


You knew it. You goddamn well knew it. Typical fucking Cat Person. Fucking sponge.

"Sure Oliver, you're family after all, your home is my home."
"Ah, you have my thanks Lawrence. My sister is so lucky to have such a highly motivated well to do man such as yourself. Don't know why our family disapproved so much of you, but hey at least I was at the wedding, right Irena? There to give you away, right Irena?"
"Um, yes Oliver." Irena says nervously and quickly goes back into the kitchen.

Something is seriously WRONG here. You've hung around with some shady characters and known several creepy ones, and Oliver is just oozing with both traits. Even his sister doesn't seem to like him; she seems more scared of him than anything. Like an abuse victim. You don't understand why Lawrence is letting him talk like that. You ask to see Lawrence in the next room privately.

"What's up Dad?" he asks.
"What's up with you? Why are you letting Oliver talk shit like that?"
"What Oliver? He's harmless. That's just how he is. Don't pay any attention."
"Yeah well I'm having a very hard time doing that. Look fuck all my personal feelings about what you think of your relationship with Irena, but if that's the woman you love, then you need to put Oliver in his place right now. I know damn well you HAD to inherit that trait from me."
"Dad I know your answer to everything is to kick everyone's ass that looks at you sideways, but sometimes you have to let things go. Besides Oliver's the only family member on EITHER side who supported our wedding you know. He even paid for it. He might make comments every now and then, but I know he's supportive of us."
"Lawrence, I know about letting things go, I've been doing it all damn night, but I'm telling you I can sense that he's up to no fucking good. He's been staring at his sister's tits and ass since he got here! It's like he's a psychotic stalker ex-boyfriend. I noticed Irena acting nervous around him, I'm telling you something weird went on between them and I don't think it was consensual."
"Dad! You know what the fuck you're saying?"
"Hell yes I know what the fuck I'm saying. I'm saying he's a fucking sicko and a moocher to boot. Doesn't have a job and it'll be awhile? You know what that translates into? A permanent squatter."
"Geez Dad, not all Cat People are decadent lazy inbreeders."
"Maybe not, but I'm saying HE is!"
"I don't think he is. Irena's never told me that he's ever done anything to her and I'm sure she would've, and as for the job thing, he's just been having a string of bad luck. I mean come on; you should be able to identify with how hard the job market is right now. Look Dad, I hope you can put your bigotry aside, because I wanted you to stay awhile. Even stay here for the night."

You leave

"Lawrence I can't put up with this, maybe you can and this is your life, but this ain't me. If you ever want to see me, that's fine, but I can't deal with this aspect of your life." You say and go back into the dining room.
"Mary come on let's go we gotta work on that movie thing."
'We're leaving?"
"Yeah, come on!"
"Alright calm down!"

When Lawrence enters the room, Oliver feels the need to make remarks again.

"Hey Lawrence your Dad here really bosses around his woman, I hope you didn't inherit that trait from him. When I gave her away I was hoping it would be to a gentleman, not a barking tyrant."
"Oliver, why the fuck did you give your sister away anyway? Was it because she was so repulsed by your appearance? Or was it because you were too much of a fucking loser to adequately provide for her?"

You just set it off in this motherfucker.

"What the fuck did you just say, you fucking mangy dog?"
"Too complicated for you? Okay. I SAID YOU'RE A FUCKING SICKO INBREEDING DRAIN ON SOCIETY! Just like your whole fucking race! You've been ogling your sister all fucking night while shoveling that food in your fat face!"
"Fucking racist! You're a narrow minded racist!" Oliver screams.
"Yeah? Well I'd rather be that, then a sick incestuous piece of worthless shit like you."
"Fuck you!" Oliver shouts and throws a fork at you. You dodge it and jump over the table. Oliver's in poor physical condition and you easily put him in poorer physical condition; that is until Mary, Lawrence and Irena get you off of him. Only Mary is strong enough to hold you back.
"Get him out of the house!" Irena shouts as the furballs go running off to hide from the mayhem.
"Yeah, stick up for that fat floor rug! Just shut out the past like it didn't happen, right?"
"Dad, stop!"
"Wolf, calm down!" Mary says.
"Ignoring the problem ain't gonna make it go away Lawrence. I thought you were smarter and more perceptive than this. I hope you realize soon, for your kids' sake."

You take your leave, with Mary apologizing quickly to Lawrence and Irena and running after you. Oliver's fat ass is still unconscious on the floor bleeding profusely. When you get to your bike, Mary is about to say something to you, but you interrupt her before she can start.

"Mary don't even start, because I'm not fucking wrong on this. You fucking saw him and how he was acting, don't tell me you didn't think he was a piece of shit pervert too."

Mary looks at you and nods. She can't help but agree with you. She'd know the signs; after all she was married to that equally depraved fucker, Frankie.

"But Wolf, shouldn't we try to do something else? I mean…"
"What else can we do Mary? I already said what I thought and kicked Oliver's ass. Lawrence and Irena are going to have to take it from there. If I meddle anymore it's just going to make things worse, if you meddle, it'll just look like you're siding with me. Its Lawrence's family, it's his life, it's his choices, he's gotta be the one to sort it out. Hopefully he makes the right one. Come on Mary let's get out of here."

Mary hops on the back of your bike and you zoom off. On the trip home Mary rests her head on the back of your shoulder while holding you and giving you a bit of a hugging squeeze every now and then. It's not really spoken, but it's apparent you and Mary are back together again, and hopefully Lawrence listens to your warning so you can someday reunite with him again as well.