Coping with bad news - Closed to Roosevelt

Samantha stood outside the pizza joint and read Roosevelt's latest text. The flutters in her stomach had gone from butterflies to condors and the idea of waiting even ten minutes for a pizza felt like an eternity. With a quick response, she shoved her phone into her purse and headed straight for his place. She was there in five minutes - thank God for small towns - and practically ran up to the door.

She waited, hand to her stomach to quell the flutters and slow her breathing while she waited.