We could hear him stumbling around downstairs. It was his night off; he would always stay home all day and do family things, but at night he would head downtown for drinks and come return drunk."Tina!" he yelled out once again. My mother shook her head as she patted me on the back to scoot forward so she could get up and close the door. She didn't seem too worried about my dad, as he would usually call her name and stumble around downstairs until he passed out. She would simply lock the door to keep him from coming in. She was about to close the door when he pushed into it, almost knocking her down.