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Christ, the King of All by Woodeene Koenig-Bricker
I was painting the walls in my bedroom the night she died. (Light beige to complement the maroon bedspread.) I remember juggling a
dripping paint roller as I climbed down the stepladder to hear a friend blurt over the phone, “Diana and Dodi are dead.”
dripping paint roller as I climbed down the stepladder to hear a friend blurt over the phone, “Diana and Dodi are dead.”
