Tyler smelled liquor. But there was also the reassuring smell of his father's jacket, a mixture of tobacco and wet leaves and, somehow, musty books. He pictured his father on the bed upstairs in his own mother's house, where he lived now, smoking and reading books from the attic. He touched his son's head gently. That's all right.
Right field is an important position.
No, you didn't. Tyler started to laugh but stopped, afraid to make noise. His mother and his big brother were downstairs. He had heard stories from his sisters about what happened when Daddy broke into the house. His sisters didn't quite know, either, but they reported that a terrible commotion took place downstairs while they huddled at the top of the stairs.