Presidential Palace

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Presidential PalaceEarly one morning, about a week later, I was in the garden feeding the goat and monkey when Conner came to me and said, “President Bakayoko is arranging a ceremony, to be held in at the Presidential Palace, in honor of the people who contributed to thwart the attempted assassination and coup. Lyla and I will be going, and he requested that you attend as well.” “The President?” I said. “What does he want me there for? I've never even been to Abidjan. I wouldn't know what to do or say.” “Don't worry Kwame. Lyla and I will be with you the whole time. We can drive down in the morning and back in the afternoon. It'll be fine.” Konaté's body, or what was left of it, was found on a beach near the mouth of the river. What the crocodiles and fish hadn't consumed was being pick

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