The Glass Castle - Pg 240

   I hugged Dad. When our cheeks touched, and I breathed in his smell of tobacco, Vitalis, and whiskey, I realized he'd shaved for me.
   "If things don't work out, you can always come home," he said. "I'll be here for you. You know that, don't you?"
   "I know." I knew that in his way, he would be. I also knew I'd never be coming back.