Innocent. Cathy Glass

Innocent - Cathy Glass


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the air. ‘I thought I could smell something good. I’ll ask about food when I phone Filip. He wasn’t in any state to talk about that this afternoon.’

      ‘Do you want to see down the garden?’ I asked Tess. She was looking through the window at the far end of the kitchen, which overlooked the back garden.

      ‘No, I can see it from here. Let’s have a quick look at the children’s bedrooms and then we’ll need to get going.’

      I looked at her, concerned. ‘Bedroom,’ I said. ‘I hope Edith told you I only have one spare room. I’ve put a cot in there so the children will be sleeping together.’

      ‘Yes, that’ll be fine,’ she said, and we headed out of the kitchen-diner and down the hall. It was still very quiet in the living room. No sound of the children talking or playing. I didn’t show Tess the front room as we’d just been there, so we went upstairs to the children’s bedroom. ‘There’s not much space, but they can play downstairs,’ she said, voicing her thoughts. ‘It’s nice and light. How long have you been fostering?’

      ‘Twenty-five years.’

      She nodded and headed out. I quickly showed her the other bedrooms and bathroom. ‘You’ll need to cover Kit’s plaster to keep it dry when you bath him,’ she said.

      ‘Yes, is there a follow-up appointment at the hospital?’

      ‘I would think so. I’ll ask Filip.’

      We returned downstairs. Sammy, our cat, must have let himself in through the cat flap, for he was now sitting in the hall, trying to decide if it was advisable to go into the living room with strangers there.

      ‘Hopefully, the children aren’t allergic to cat fur,’ Tess remarked as we passed him.

      ‘You’ve got a nice bedroom,’ Tess told Molly and Kit as we entered the living room.

      Molly looked at her, worried and confused. Suddenly she jumped up from where she was sitting on the floor and cried, ‘I need a wee!’ But it was too late. A puddle formed at her feet. She burst into tears.

      ‘It’s OK, don’t worry,’ I said, immediately going to her. ‘I’ll mop it up and we’ll find you some more clean clothes.’

      ‘We’ll leave you to it,’ Tess said. ‘I’ll phone you as soon as I’ve spoken to their father.’

      She and Preeta said goodbye to the children and headed out.

      ‘Don’t forget the suitcase in your car!’ I called after them.

      ‘I’ll leave it in the hall,’ Tess replied.

      Seeing his sister upset, Kit now began to cry loudly. They both needed comforting, Molly needed changing again, and I had to mop up the wet before it soaked into the carpet. I heard Tess and Preeta open the front door and then my daughter Lucy’s voice. She must have been about to let herself in. ‘Hi,’ she said, surprised. Then, ‘What a noise!’

      ‘In here, Lucy, please!’ I called. ‘We could do with your help.’

      She came into the living room and, surveying the chaotic scene, threw her jacket onto a chair. ‘And I thought I’d left work!’ she exclaimed with a smile. She was a qualified nursery nurse.

      ‘Meet Molly and Kit,’ I said over their cries. ‘Can you help Paula calm them down while I get a bucket and cloth?’

      ‘I’m leaving the case here!’ Tess called from the hall. ‘Everything OK?’

      ‘Yes,’ I replied. I knew they needed to go. The front door closed behind them.

      I knelt down and set to work on the carpet. ‘Shall I change Molly?’ Lucy offered.

      ‘Yes, please. Hopefully there is a change of clothes in the case in the hall.’

      ‘I’ll take the case upstairs with me.’

      ‘Thanks, love.’

      Having seen his sister disappear, Kit began to cry more loudly and point towards the door. ‘Best go with them,’ I told Paula. She carried Kit out of the living room and joined Lucy and Molly in the hall as I continued to clean the carpet.

      At the same time I heard the front door open and my son, Adrian, call, ‘Hi, Mum!’

      Then Paula’s voice, ‘Hi, how are you, Kirsty?’

      Oh no, I thought. We were hardly prepared for visitors. Kirsty was Adrian’s long-term girlfriend and I really liked her, but she’d walked into chaos. He usually let me know when he was bringing her home for dinner. ‘Hi, Mum. Kirsty’s here. Did you get my text?’ he called from the hall.

      ‘I expect so,’ I said, still on my knees. ‘I haven’t had a chance to check my phone. Come through.’

      He appeared in the living room with Kirsty just behind him. ‘A little accident,’ I said, glancing up and smiling grimly. ‘Nearly done. Nice to see you, Kirsty. How was school?’ She was a teacher.

      ‘Very nice,’ I said. I patted the patch dry and stood. The crying upstairs had stopped.

      ‘Kirsty and I can eat out, Mum,’ Adrian offered.

      ‘No, It’s fine. I’ve done plenty. We’ll eat soon. As you saw we’ve got two little ones come to stay.’

      ‘Is there anything I can do to help?’ Kirsty kindly offered.

      ‘No. Make yourselves a drink. I’ll check on Kit and Molly and then we’ll have dinner.’

      Adrian took the bucket into the kitchen to tip away the water and put the cloths in the washing machine, while I went upstairs to see how Lucy and Paula were getting on. My daughters were my nominated carers. Foster carers are encouraged to nominate one or two family members or close friends to help them out and babysit when necessary. They are assessed by the carer’s supervising social worker for suitability, and police-checked (now called a DBS check – Disclosure and Barring Service). Lucy had the added advantage of being a nursery nurse and the experience of being in care herself. She’d come to me as a foster child, stayed, and I’d adopted her. It was as if she’d always been my daughter.

      ‘How’s it going?’ I asked as I went into Kit and Molly’s bedroom. It was cramped now with Lucy, Paula, Kit and Molly all in there and the case open on the floor. The girls had found a dress for Molly, and Lucy was now helping her out of her wet clothes. There appeared to be a change of clothes in there for Kit too, pyjamas, some socks and a soft toy each, but nothing much else. The soft toys would be useful. Kit had spotted his and was now trying to get to it.


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