Longform: Exactly Where We Need To Be

WE AREN’T SUPPOSED TO BE HERE — that’s what the lady with the avocados had said. “You need to leave. That man, your new friend, sells drugs from the house over there,” she warned us. “So I am told.” Now that man sits at the flimsy card table behind us, raising a light beer to his toothless grin every time we turn his way.