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Arthur reached out and held his dying father’s hand. To the nurse watching, he was holding the hand of a corpse-in-waiting. To Arthur, he was gripping the strong, calloused hand of the man who was teaching him to fish.

"You've got to keep your wrist loose, Artie," his father said, laughing, a sound that hadn't been heard in the hospital for years. asynchronically