Update.
It seems Vicki made some bad decisions at a party on Friday. My daughter and the friend who yells a lot had what my daughter called an ‘intervention’ with Vicki on Saturday. Everybody cried and some ground rules were laid down. I have no idea what Vicki did, and no idea what the rules are, who judges, how they are enforced or reported, and what the consequences are.
It sounds like 17 year olds trying to make sense of the world, with low probability of success.
I asked my daughter if she thought Vicki’s mom knew what was going on. It sounded like the mom did. Next time I see mom, I’ll probe a little. If I see Vicki, I’ll try to have a general conversation.
Daughter is a little cagey from our last conversation, when I asked her if she wanted me to talk to the parents, I’m now treading softly, I didn’t ask specifically what was going on this weekend.
There is only do much I can do, don’t want my daughter to feel like she can’t talk to me.