Sharon laid the letter down on top of the box of letters sitting on the desk.

Home. Where was home?

It certainly wasn't here in this tiny rented apartment in Tulsa. How many times had she come back here, always certain of finding work with one of the companies who supplied the pipe for the oil industry? She had been here close to two years this time, but no one would know that from the appearance of the apartment. It was as personal as a suite of rooms at one of the hotel chains that catered to consultants and construction workers who came into town for a few weeks or months to work at a job site for their parent company.