“And I wondered, with mounting anxiety, What am I supposed to do here? What am I supposed to think?”
“What am I supposed to do with a wool coat? Especially here in Palm Springs?”“Sleep with it,” he suggested. “Think of me.”
“What am I supposed to do when the best part of me was always you?And what am I supposed to say when I'm all choked up and you're ok?”
“The question I constantly asked myself was this: What am I supposed to do?”
“What am I supposed to do while you’re gone? (Shahara)Think up ways to kill me while I sleep. (Syn)”
“There is no answer. It's okay. But even if it wasn't okay, what am I supposed to do?”