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‘Jade, have you been drinking?’ I asked, closing the front door behind her.

‘Yeah, why not?’ she said confrontationally. ‘It was me friend’s birthday.’

‘What friend? I thought you were at Tyler’s.’

‘Na. I was at me friend’s birthday party,’ Jade said, clearly having forgotten what she’d written on her note.

I looked at Jade, flushed from alcohol, with a stupid grin on her face and struggling to get out of her coat. Normally I would have asked a young person returning from a party if they’d had a nice time, but that wasn’t appropriate here. Jade was pregnant and had clearly had a lot to drink; she smelt strongly of alcohol and was unsteady on her feet.

‘Jade, don’t you know the harm alcohol can do to an unborn baby?’ I asked, deeply concerned. ‘Do you know the damage it can cause?’

‘Don’t start!’ Jade snapped, finally releasing one arm from her coat and swaying slightly. ‘You sound like my mum!’

‘But think about your baby,’ I said. ‘Alcohol can do permanent damage to an unborn baby, both physically and mentally. Surely you’ve seen all the warnings on television and in magazines about drinking while pregnant?’ Jade shrugged as though she didn’t care, but it was my duty to make her care and understand the harm she was doing. ‘Meryl stopped by again this evening,’ I said, hoping to shame her. ‘I dread to think what she would say if she knew you’d been drinking, after all she’s done to help you.’ But of course you can’t rationalize with someone who is under the influence of alcohol, especially a teenager who thinks she knows best.

‘Don’t know and don’t care,’ Jade said, finally getting out of her coat and throwing it on the hall stand. ‘I’m going to bed.’

She went to the foot of the stairs and, grabbing the handrail with both hands, hauled herself on to the first step and then began unsteadily up the stairs. I followed just behind her to make sure she didn’t fall. She was very unsteady, so I guessed she’d had a lot to drink, not ‘a’ drink as she’d claimed.

At the top of the stairs she hesitated, as though she’d forgotten where she was going, and then turned right and, trailing her hand along the wall to steady herself, arrived outside her bedroom door. She pushed it open, went in, and then shut the door in my face. My first reaction was to go in after her and tell her not to be so rude, but I knew that wouldn’t be the best course of action in her present state and would very likely lead to an argument. Sad and very worried, I walked away and checked on Adrian and Paula, who were both still asleep; then I returned to wait on the landing outside Jade’s room. I could hear her clumsy movements as she staggered around her bedroom, presumably trying to get changed and ready for bed. Then it went quiet and I waited some more, half expecting her to come out to use the bathroom. When she didn’t appear I knocked gently on the door. There was no reply, so I knocked again and went in.

Jade was on her side on the bed, fully clothed and fast asleep. The half-unpacked suitcases were open on the floor; also on the floor were a heap of clothes, her nightwear and the duvet. It was a real mess but that was the least of my concerns. I went to the bed, where I carefully eased off Jade’s shoes so that she would be more comfortable; she didn’t stir. Then I picked up the duvet and put it over her. She hadn’t washed or cleaned her teeth but she was in no state to do that now; so she’d have to do it in the morning. I fetched a bucket from downstairs and, returning, placed it beside her bed; then I came out, leaving the door open so that I could hear her if she woke in the night or was sick.

For the second night in a row I didn’t sleep well, as I was listening out for Jade and I was also very worried about her behaviour. Jade didn’t wake in the night and the following morning as soon as I got up I checked on her. She was still asleep. I closed her bedroom door so that Adrian, Paula and I wouldn’t disturb her, and we got ready and left for school.

When I returned shortly after 9.00 a.m. Jade was still asleep, so again I left her – to sleep off the drink from the night before. Rachel phoned fifteen minutes later, expecting to speak to Jade. I explained what had happened and finished by telling her that Jade was sleeping off the effects of her friend’s birthday party.

‘It was no one’s birthday,’ Rachel said bluntly. ‘There’s a group of them who drink together regularly. They’ve been friends since infant school and they all live close to each other on the same estate. It’s a cheap evening: they put in a couple of pounds each and that buys them plenty of alcohol from the supermarket. It’s a regular thing.’

‘But Jade’s pregnant,’ I said, horrified. ‘What about foetal alcohol syndrome? Aren’t you worried that Jade’s drinking could damage her baby?’

‘Oh yes, I’m worried all right,’ Rachel said. ‘I’ve talked to Jade about the harmful effects of heavy drinking on an unborn baby. I’ve even given her leaflets on foetal alcohol syndrome, with gruesome pictures of damaged babies, but clearly she hasn’t taken it on board. I hoped her pattern of behaviour would change once she was with you, but that doesn’t seem to be happening.’

I now felt as though it was my fault Jade had been out drinking the night before and I was to blame. ‘It’s difficult,’ I said lamely. ‘I’m trying to put in place firmer boundaries but Jade likes to go out.’

‘I know. And we’ve got the weekend coming up. Friday and Saturday nights are always worse. The kids’ parents are often out, so there are plenty of empty homes to go to with supermarket booze. In summer they go to the park with their bottles and meet up with other under-age drinkers. Perhaps you could organize a family activity, maybe an outing, to keep her away from her drinking friends? There weren’t many family outings at Jade’s house; Jackie couldn’t afford it. Jade might see it as fun.’

‘Yes, I’ll do that,’ I said. ‘We usually go out at the weekend. I’ll think of somewhere to go that will appeal to Jade as well as Adrian and Paula. Pity it’s not the summer – we could go to the coast for the day.’

‘Oh yes, and while I think of it,’ Rachel said, changing the subject, ‘don’t give Jade her pocket money all in one lot. It’ll all go on booze. She’ll want some for the weekend, so I suggest half on Saturday and the rest mid-week – on Wednesday.’

‘Yes, all right,’ I said, horrified that this precaution was necessary. At Jade’s age she was entitled to £10 a week pocket money, which could buy three bottles of cheap wine or a bottle of spirits from a supermarket. I knew from my reading and the news on television that teenage binge drinking was a real problem, but I’d no idea it was so widespread. From the way Rachel was talking it seemed it was an issue she had to deal with on a regular basis.

‘I’ll talk to Jade again about her drinking when I see her,’ Rachel said. ‘I take it she’s in no fit state at present?’

‘No, she’s still asleep,’ I confirmed.

‘All right, leave her to sleep it off. I’m due to visit you. Could I come on Monday at eleven o’clock?’

‘Yes. That’s fine with me. I’ll make sure she’s up.’

Rachel gave a small laugh. ‘Well, at least you know where she is when she’s in bed.’

‘Yes,’ I said, unable to raise a smile. ‘See you on Monday, then. Have a good weekend.’

‘And you.’

I put the phone down and sat, glum and deep in thought, for some moments. I was very worried. Apart from the damage Jade was doing to herself and her unborn baby by drinking alcohol, I knew her behaviour was stacking up against her and wouldn’t look good when a parenting assessment was made. Although there were still some weeks to go before Jade had her baby, her behaviour would have to alter drastically if she stood any chance of being allowed to keep it. You can’t be out drinking and looking after a baby, and not for the first time I wondered if Jade had a realistic idea of what parenting a baby truly involved.

When Jade finally woke – just before lunchtime – she came straight downstairs and into the kitchen for a glass of cold water. I was unpacking the dishwasher and looked up as she entered.

‘Hello,’ I said.

Jade nodded and concentrated on filling the glass. She looked dreadful: hung over, unwashed, with tangled hair and still in the clothes she’d slept in. Cleary dehydrated from the alcohol, she drank one glass of water, refilled the glass and drank another, before she said a quiet ‘Hello, Cathy.’ I knew this wasn’t the time to give her a lecture, so for now I said simply that Rachel had phoned and she was coming to see us on Monday.

‘I don’t want breakfast yet,’ Jade said quietly, and disappeared back upstairs.

Later, after Jade had had a bath and was dressed in clean clothes, she came down with the laundry bag stuffed full of her washing and I set the washing machine going for the second time that morning. Although she was looking brighter, she said she didn’t want a fried breakfast and instead made herself a piece of toast.

Before she had a chance to disappear back up to her room I said, ‘Jade, bring your toast and tea into the sitting room, please. I want to talk to you.’

‘Do I have to?’ she whined, as a small child would.

‘Yes please. It’s important.’

Jade gave a small sigh and then followed me out of the kitchen and into the sitting room, where she sat in the chair furthest away from me. While she nibbled her toast and sipped her tea, in a non-confrontational manner I explained how worried I was for her health and safety and that of her unborn baby. I explained how binge drinking was bad for her body and the damage it was doing to her liver. ‘Last night was not a “one off”,’ I said. ‘Rachel told me you drink regularly with your friends and have been doing for some time. Jade, there are young people in their mid-twenties in hospital now who will die without a liver transplant because of their binge drinking as teenagers. And apart from the damage you’re doing to your own body, you’re doing even greater damage to your baby. Everything you eat, drink or breathe in crosses the placenta and goes into your baby. That includes alcohol and cigarette smoke.’ For although Jade had told me she didn’t smoke I thought I’d smelt smoke on her the evening before. ‘Alcohol and smoking can badly damage your baby. You want a healthy baby, don’t you?’

Jade gave a small nod. I thought she was a little more receptive to what I was saying now, although of course my warnings might all be forgotten once she left the house and met up with her friends. The more I managed to keep her at home with me, the safer she and her unborn baby would be. I continued talking to her by saying that Rachel was very concerned about her behaviour and that she needed to change it if she stood any chance of keeping her baby.

‘Why did you have to tell her I’d been drinking?’ Jade grumbled, as though I was responsible for Rachel’s warning.

‘Because as a foster carer I have a duty to keep your social worker informed,’ I said. ‘While you are in care she is legally responsible for you and I am responsible for your day-to-day care. Rachel phoned this morning while you were sleeping off the drink from last night. Of course I had to tell her – I had no choice – and she’s worried about you, just as I am.’

Jade didn’t answer, but at least she didn’t shrug off or reject what I’d said as she had done before.

‘Well, I’ve finished what I wanted to say, love,’ I said. ‘Please try and remember what I’ve told you, and make some changes to your lifestyle. You will be a mother soon and you want to give your baby the best start in life, don’t you?’

Jade nodded and ate the last of her toast.

‘Now,’ I said, smiling at her, ‘it’s Friday and the end of the week, so I was thinking we’d have a takeaway this evening. We sometimes do on a Friday as a treat. What do you fancy? Chinese, Indian, Thai, pizza?’

‘Chinese,’ she said. ‘Can Ty come?’

‘Yes,’ I said without hesitation. Anything to keep Jade happily at home with me. ‘And tomorrow, Saturday,’ I continued, ‘I was thinking we’d go out for the day. If the weather is good we could go to the castle. It’s got a new interactive section which is fun for all ages.’

‘Can Ty come?’ Jade asked again.

I hadn’t anticipated taking Tyler but there would be enough room in the car. ‘Yes, ask him if he’d like to join us.’

‘I’ll text him,’ she said, finally brightening up.

And later, just to make sure Jade didn’t disappear out that afternoon while I was collecting Paula from school, I told her I’d like her to come with me to collect Paula.

‘Oh, do I have to?’ she whined.

‘Yes please,’ I said firmly. ‘I’d like you to, and Paula will like it too.’ I had begun to realize that despite Jade’s age and the fact that she would soon be a mother she responded to the manner I would normally have used for a younger child, and I was gaining the confidence to do this.

Adrian and Paula were very excited when I told them we were having a takeaway that evening and then a day out on Saturday. Paula was pleased at the prospect of Jade coming with us on Saturday, and Adrian was pleased that Tyler would be joining us, so everyone was happy.

Tyler arrived that evening just before six o’clock and we ordered from the Chinese takeaway menu. While we were waiting for the food to be delivered we all played Sunken Treasure, and then after we’d eaten we played some other board games. It was a lovely family atmosphere and I liked the way Tyler responded to Adrian: he made time for him and treated him with respect, despite Adrian’s sometimes silly comments, which were typical of boys his age. Although Tyler was very young to be a father, I was forming the impression that he could be more responsible than Jade, so that I thought I might enlist his help in trying to alter Jade’s behaviour.

When Jade went up to the toilet and Adrian and Paula were in bed, I confided to Tyler that I was worried about Jade’s drinking and so too was her social worker.

‘Me too,’ he said. ‘But she won’t listen. I’ve told her lots of times she’s got to stop drinking. Me mum’s told her and so has Jackie. We’ve told her it’s bad for her and the baby. Jade promises not to drink, but when she gets with her mates she forgets. We’ve had big bust-ups over it. I hope she changes when the baby is born.’

‘So do I,’ I said. And I hoped it wouldn’t be too late and damage hadn’t already been done to the baby. ‘You’re doing your best,’ I said, for he looked very worried. ‘I’m going to try and keep Jade at home with me as much as possible so there’s less chance of her drinking with her mates.’

‘Thanks,’ Tyler said. ‘I’ll tell me mum. She’ll be pleased.’

When it was time for Tyler to leave, Jade asked if he could stay the night – to save him the trouble of going home and then coming back first thing in the morning, she said. I knew if I said yes once it would set a precedent and be more difficult to say no next time. So I made the excuse that the fostering regulations stated that I was only allowed to have one person sleeping in her bedroom and that if anyone stayed the night (even if they slept downstairs on the sofa) they had to be police checked. Jade pulled a face but Tyler accepted this and, thanking me for the takeaway, said goodnight and, ‘See you tomorrow.’ What I’d said was mostly true – the room was only for one person and if anyone stayed regularly in the house they had to be vetted. Jade could be very insistent and liked having her own way, so it was better to avoid situations that could give rise to confrontation.

Although the weather was cold on Saturday morning it was dry and bright, so our outing to the castle went ahead as planned. Tyler arrived as arranged at 9.30 and was really looking forward to going; in fact, he and Jade were like over-excited children about to embark on a school outing. Rachel had said that neither of them had had much experience of family outings, so I was pleased I could treat them. Neither of them had been to the castle, although it was a much-publicized local attraction only a forty-five-minute drive away. We bundled into the car – Tyler in the passenger seat and Jade, Adrian and Paula in the rear – and as I drove, the four of them chatted excitedly about what they were going to see at the castle, like one big happy family.

We had an excellent day out, exploring the castle and the ruins and imagining what life was like in medieval times, especially in the dark dungeon with its macabre history. We had lunch in the castle café and when we got home Jade asked if Tyler could stay for dinner, and I said yes. They were all pretty tired from the walking, especially Jade, who nodded off on the sofa while Tyler, Adrian and Paula watched television and I cooked dinner. After we’d eaten we all watched some television together and then Tyler stayed with Jade in the sitting room while I saw Paula and then Adrian up to bed. Tyler finally left just before ten o’clock and although this was a lot later than the departure time Jill had suggested, it was the weekend, and I felt that if Tyler staying longer meant Jade was happily at home it was preferable to her wanting to be out with her mates. I liked Tyler and while he was naïve and had a lot of living to do he clearly thought the world of Jade and from what I’d seen so far he was a good influence on her.

By Sunday morning I was feeling very positive. The weekend was going well and I felt my relationship with Jade had improved considerably. I was looking forward to spending a relaxing day at home with Jade, Adrian and Paula after our busy one the day before.

Jade got up earlier than usual and was washed, dressed and downstairs in the kitchen cooking a fry-up before I came down at nine o’clock, having had a lie-in.

‘I’m going out,’ she announced as soon as I went into the kitchen. ‘To see me mum.’

‘Oh, OK. Have a nice time,’ I said. ‘Are you coming back for dinner?’

‘Na. I’m staying all day.’

‘What time will you be back, then?’ I asked.

‘Nine o’clock.’

‘All right, but no later if you are using the bus. And please say hello to your mum from me and give her my best wishes.’

‘I will,’ Jade said.

It would have been nice if Jade had stayed a little longer and had had the time to clear up after her cooked breakfast, or had picked up her wet towels from the bathroom floor and possibly even wiped the bath, but she didn’t. She was too eager to go out and see her mum. I thought I’d give her a few more days to settle in before I gently mentioned the matter of clearing up after herself: nothing heavy, just a few carefully chosen non-accusatory words along the lines that it would help me if she could clear up when she’d been cooking or had had a bath. I didn’t want Jade to think I was criticizing her, but Rachel had asked me to teach her some homemaking skills and clearing up was just as important as cooking and having a routine.

Adrian, Paula and I were mainly at home on Sunday. Adrian had some homework to do and when he’d finished we took the bikes out to the park for a while, but the wind was so cold we were soon back home again in the warm. Also on Sunday afternoon I telephoned my parents; we spoke at least once a week and usually saw each other every other weekend. My parents were very supportive of my fostering and they always welcomed, as family, the child or children I was looking after, and they were sad when the children left. My parents knew I was looking after Jade for a few weeks and they would meet her when we visited or when they visited us.

However, while Mum was quite liberal in her views my father was more traditional and had firm views about teenagers, especially when it came to teenagers and sex – they shouldn’t. He’d had a loving but strict upbringing himself and believed that teenagers now had too much freedom. And while he would never have expressed his views to Jade – he was far too much the gentleman – I knew he would struggle when he met her, a heavily pregnant teenager who saw nothing wrong in her situation and would rely on the state to support her and her baby. I didn’t blame him; he was of a different generation, and Adrian and Paula loved their grandparents deeply and since their father had left us a few years previously they had looked upon their grandpa as a father, a role my father happily embraced. We arranged for my parents to come to lunch the following Sunday. ‘I’ll have a chat with your dad before we come,’ Mum said. ‘Times are different now.’

Jade didn’t arrive home at nine o’clock as she’d promised. I waited until 9.30 and then phoned her mobile, expecting the call to go though to her voicemail. It didn’t. To my surprise she answered and was in very good humour. I could hear laughing in the background.

‘Jade, it’s Cathy, love,’ I said, hoping she’d realize she was supposed to be home by now.

‘Oh, yeah?’ she said nonchalantly.

‘Have you forgotten the time?’ I asked gently. ‘It’s 9.30 now.’

‘Oh, yeah,’ she said again easily. ‘I won’t be long.’

I heard another burst of laughter. ‘Where are you, Jade?’

‘At me mum’s. I told ya. I’ll be back soon. Bye!’ And amidst more laughter and shouting she hung up.

I sat for a moment with the phone in my hand and wondered. Possibly I’d heard something in her voice or in the laughter, something that didn’t quite ring true. It could have been her brothers and sisters, but it sounded more like teenagers to me, and all girls. I sat for a moment longer and then reached for my fostering folder. I opened it at the essential information pages, as I knew Jackie’s mobile number was listed there. I hesitated again, and then keyed in Jackie’s number. If Jade was at home with her mother I’d simply say I wanted to confirm what time Jade would be back.

Jackie’s phone rang a couple of times and then a female voice answered. ‘Yes?’

‘Is that Jackie?’

‘Speaking.’

‘Hello, it’s Cathy, Jade’s carer.’

‘Oh yes. How are you?’ she asked pleasantly.

‘I’m all right, thanks. And you?’

‘Not too bad.’

‘I was just wondering if Jade was with you?’

‘No. I haven’t seen her.’ My heart sank. ‘I take it she’s not with you, then?’ Jackie asked.

‘No. She left me this morning and said she was visiting you. I phoned her mobile just now and she said she was still with you.’

‘No. She hasn’t been here since she collected her things with you on Tuesday. She’ll be with her mates.’

My heart sank further. ‘Sorry to have troubled you.’

‘No worries. I hope she hasn’t been drinking again.’

‘So do I.’

I replaced the receiver, closed my fostering folder and stayed where I was on the sofa. Jackie hadn’t sounded anxious or worried at the news her daughter was missing and possibly drinking, but I could appreciate why. Jackie had had to deal with Jade’s behaviour for months, probably years, as well as working and bringing up her younger children. Now Jade was in foster care she no longer had that responsibility. Jade was my responsibility and I was very worried and also angry.

‘You silly, silly girl!’ I said out loud. ‘Whatever do you think you’re doing?’