It certainly made for an interesting funeral. Petra is in the front pew of the chapel wearing a broad-brimmed black hat. Her husband sits next to her, weeping. One day there will be a detective of tears. That’s what Petra is thinking. She has read recently in a magazine that scientists have discovered that real tears, tears of genuine and heart-wrenching sorrow, have a different chemical composition to the ones people cry when they watch a sad movie. Or the ones people cry if they have been caught out loving someone they shouldn’t. A woman who isn’t their wife, for example. There are oceans of fake tears out there, when you come to think about it, and now they have a way of telling. Petra thinks the detective would suggest a way of trapping your husband’s tears. On a Kleenex you handed him, perhaps, as he explained how much he hated the thought of leaving you and his thirteen-year-old daughter. “You are my world. I may be physically absent, but emotionally I’m still here,”
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