“Don’t worry,” I told him? He passed an all-night diner and caught a stew of breakfast odors: the savory, greasy smell of sausage and eggs and coffee for those on their way to early-morning jobs, hot fried oysters and the sliced ham and vinegar tang of po-boys fur those who had been out drinking all night, who would soon head back to cheap hotel rooms and drab boardinghouses fur sodden daytime slumber.