Oh it just gets worse...

Mother.
Miranda's homicidal, criminally insane, alcoholic, schizophrenic and thoroughy unlikeable Mother is in town.
Two days after her thoroughly fantastic trip to Paris with Wendy and she gets a note from that thundering fucking bitch of a Mother.
Remember! Don't you fucking dare call her 'Mom'. Just another excuse to add to her list of why she hates you.
Miranda's mother is not thought of and sure as shit isn't spoken of.
Not by Miranda, not by Wendy and absolutely not by Henry. If jackie is any different, then she's never said. She probably stays being 'nice'.
Oh fuck! Miranda thought.
"Is that good news?" Wendy asked.
Miranda smiled, "Yeah, we're about to get nuked, so nothing to worry about."
Wendy looked over at her, "Oh, so it's your mother then?"
"Yeah and she ain't fucking coming here!"
Wendy put the paper down, "What does she want?"
"Me on a roasting spit. No, actually, she wants us to do lunch."
"Me and you?" Wendy asked.
"No, oh no, she's not getting her teeth into you. Just me."
Wendy sighed. A close call.
"Do you think it's anything important?" Wendy asked.
"Hopefully she's got rabies and I'll have to kill her." Miranda said.
"You got any silver bullets?"
Miranda laughed. Silver bullets? I'd need holy water, a crucifix or ten, a machine gun and a pair of running shoes.
"She wants me to call her."
"Okay, but don't do that from here, the neighbours will complain." Wendy said and went back to her paper.
Miranda picked up the phone and called Henry.

Kathryn Mary Jefferson. When god made her, he did that with more than his tongue pressed against his cheek.
How could a thing like this still draw breath and slip through life doing what it does?
You need a reason for a pre-emptive strike? There she is, take your shot and please, don't fuck it up!
Henry didn't say much. That silence follwed by his "Oh fuck me!" is more than enough reason for Henry to pay a sudden trip to the bathroom.
Miranda had all sorts of shit coming her way and all from her mother.
She did have a strong urge to call Jackie. She'd be about as much use as tits on a bull, so she didn't bother.
Miranda dropped her mother's poison note on her writing desk and quickly walked away, in case the damned thing would explode.
She slipped her arms around Wendy and kissed her neck.
"Do you want something?" She softly asked.
"Yeah, you."
Wendy smiled at her, "That's nice!" And dropped the paper.