Dirt, an audio drama, is a production of Studio 5705.

Chapter 5 The four of us walk for minutes without talking, but it's a comfortable silence.

Salvador and Maria are holding hands. The four of us walk for minutes without talking, but it's a comfortable silence.

Salvador and Maria are holding hands.

Antonia walks slightly behind them, and I walk a little behind her and to the side, in a bit of a

daze, clutching the metal detector like a Christmas present.

Its rubber handle is cold and grimy.

In fact, the whole thing is grimy,

probably from years of resting in who knows how many garages or barns or basements or sheds.

I don't have any proof that this is Imo's beeper,

but right now, I don't want to entertain any other possibility. In my head, I recite the letter's second

stanza. Begin your search where flowers grow. Familiar. Yet the father knows not what the gift to grant

to you until you ask where we first sewed.

We get to the edge of the peach orchard, and Salvador stops. He points to a low stump in the ground.

This is the spot.

This is what's left of the very first peach tree that Imoor and Ernesto planted.

There were nine rows here.

This was the very first one.

Ernesto kept its roots on the ground as a way of remembering the beginning.

My family knows this place very well, Joseph.

It's as close to sacred as it gets in the farm.

Mr. Flores, you said that my grandfather told you that I was coming here.

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