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Rita
’
s
town
was
one
of
many
attempting
to
provide
the
produce
and
livestock
needed
by
a
hungry
nation
and
its
army
.
The
first
victims
of
the
Mimic
attacks
were
also
the
most
vulnerable
:
the
poorest
regions
of
Africa
and
South
America
.
The
archipelagos
of
Southeast
Asia
.
Countries
that
lacked
the
means
to
defend
themselves
watched
as
the
encroaching
desert
devoured
their
land
.
People
abandoned
the
cultivation
of
cash
crops
-
the
coffee
,
tea
,
tobacco
,
and
spices
coveted
in
wealthier
nations
-
and
began
growing
staples
,
beans
and
sorghum
,
anything
to
stave
off
starvation
.
Developed
nations
had
generally
been
able
to
stop
the
Mimic
advance
at
the
coastline
,
but
much
of
the
produce
they
had
taken
for
granted
disappeared
from
markets
and
store
shelves
overnight
.
Rita
’
s
father
,
who
had
grown
up
in
a
world
where
even
Midwesterners
could
have
fresh
sushi
every
day
,
was
,
it
is
no
exaggeration
to
say
,
a
coffee
addict
.
He
didn
’
t
smoke
or
drink
-
coffee
was
his
vice
.
Often
he
would
take
Rita
by
the
hand
and
sneak
off
with
her
to
the
old
man
’
s
store
when
Rita
’
s
mother
wasn
’
t
watching
.
The
old
man
had
skin
of
bronze
and
a
bushy
white
beard
.
When
he
wasn
’
t
telling
stories
,
he
chewed
the
stem
of
his
hookah
hose
between
puffs
.
He
spent
his
days
surrounded
by
exotic
goods
from
countries
most
people
had
never
heard
of
.
There
were
small
animals
wrought
in
silver
.
Grotesque
dolls
.
Totem
poles
carved
with
the
faces
of
birds
or
stranger
beasts
.
The
air
of
the
shop
was
a
heady
mix
of
the
old
man
’
s
smoke
,
untold
spices
,
and
all
-
natural
coffee
beans
still
carrying
a
hint
of
the
rich
soil
in
which
they
grew
.
"
These
beans
are
from
Chile
.
These
here
are
from
Malawi
,
in
Africa
.
And
these
traveled
all
the
way
down
the
Silk
Road
from
Vietnam
to
Europe
,
"
he
’
d
tell
Rita
.
The
beans
all
looked
the
same
to
her
,
but
she
would
point
,
and
the
old
man
would
rattle
off
their
pedigrees
.
"
Got
any
Tanzanian
in
today
?
"
Her
father
was
well
versed
in
coffee
.
"
What
,
you
finish
the
last
batch
already
?
"
"
Now
you
’
re
starting
to
sound
like
my
wife
.
What
can
I
say
?
They
’
re
my
favorite
.
"
