I was hoping to take my case of mags to show Her this pic and what She’d made me do to it.....I found out where Her stand was on the exhibition map,...and set off nervously in that direction, taking it slowly so that I didn’t stumble upon it unprepared. The stand was near the end of this row, and I stopped as soon as I saw Her. She and Her sister were sitting there, both in tight jumpers, and punters were chatting to Her, and taking pics with Her for a tenner. I gulped and edged a bit closer. I. She stood up and went in doors, I followed her. Kate please,I'm not talking to you till you sign , go away and think about it!I went back into the garden and thought about it for 20 minutes,i knew mum would be home in another 15 minutes,I went up to Kate's bedroom and knocked at her door.Have you signed she calledCan I come inNot until you signedOK I will sign please let me in, she unlocked the door , I went in , Kate I said Sign it she saidI signed the paper, she said this isn't a game Chris. But there was no response I sat on the sofa looking at the cake. I did not go to touch it and was watching movie on the television it was too late and when I offered the TV and I went to get up.Two hands came upon my shoulders and covered my eyes when struggled to get it off to my surprise it was Purvika and I asked her whether she had arranged all of this she nodded and I cut the cake exactly at 12:00 am she sang song for me.I took a price of cake fed her and the same price of cake. She smiled. " he said. "I get that it's not, like, a suicide attempt or anything, but... My God. Arie. Why do you do it?"And that was the question, wasn't it. About fifty thousand people had asked her over the past three days, and she'd given about fifty thousand non-answers. We're so interested in the what, the how, the why, that sometimes we feel like we just have to give some sort of causal explanation. Here are the dominoes, this is how they fall. This is a non-answer.But this time, Arie didn't.