You will wait for a phone call.  It will tell you where your guests
are and how to pick them up.  You must be ready for this call anytime,
day or night.  You will get a phone call a day or so in advance to let
you know when you need to be on watch.  The getaway team will make the
call when they know how they are going to deliver your guests.
 
	The phone call came at 11:00 pm on Thursday.  They were waiting at
the truck stop, but not inside it.  In the shadows near it.  They could
wait in the darkness and watch the parking lot.  When your Taurus
arrives they will walk towards it.  There would be two of them, one man
one woman.  They won't look like much, their clothing will probably be
pretty dirty and worn.  They will be dirty, and tired.  They will have
the first names Ted and Susie.  Yours have been given to them, and their
ability to name both of you will serve as recognition words.  You must
say both their names and they will say both of yours.
 
	It went without a hitch.  The glare of the lights over the pumps and
parking area made it even more difficult to see into the shadows.  We
couldn't see much of them in the darkness.  We parked the car furthest
out on the parking lot, so that there were no cars between us and the
street.  We waited.  After about 60 seconds, two people got up from the
ground and slowly walked our direction.  "We're Suzie and Ted", the man
said.  "We're Peggy and Henry."  That was all we said.  We put them into
the car as quickly as we could, then left the parking lot.  They didn't
say much on the way, and we didn't try to talk to them either.  When we
got home we pulled into the garage and closed the garage door before we
opened the car doors of the car.  We went into the house by the light of
the garage door opener.
  
	Once inside, we got our first good look at them.  They were tired,
scared, dirty, and young in that order.  

	We've thought of this ahead of time.  Ted bathes downstairs and
Susie bathes upstairs, then food, then bed.  No discussion until
tomorrow.

	They were so tired they literally stumbled on their way to the
bathrooms.  Peggy took Susie and I took Ted.  I had underwear, sweats, towels,
soap, shaving stuff all laid out and he appeared 20 minutes later
slightly damp but looking much better.  It was only superficial,
however.  He declined anything to eat, saying he was too tired, so I led
him to his bedroom and put him in it.  Just before he closed the door,
he thanked me for not insisting on him telling his story right now.  He
was really exhausted.  On my way up the stairs I saw Peggy leading Susie
in the same direction towards the facing bedroom.  I did not stay
downstairs, and in a very short time Peggy was back up stairs.  

	The last thing before we went to bed we checked the car for anything
of theirs that they might have left there, but they came literally with
nothing but the clothes on their backs, which were now in heaps on the
bathroom floors.

	The next morning early we bundled their clothes in the washer and
then hung them out on the line.  There were houses across the valley
that could see our clothes line if they knew where to look and had
binoculars and by seeing the clothes on the line they would know that
the activists we were responsible for were safely to ground, at least
for now.   

	The morning was clear and cool, promissing a very bright and
wonderful day later on.  Arround noon our guests appeared again
upstairs, first him, then her a minute afterwards.  They were dressed in
the clothes we had for them, which were too big, because we had no idea
what sizes they were, and bigger was better than smaller.  

	Peggy started breakfast.  It was to be the farmers special with lots
to eat.  Suzie told us that the last time they had eaten was two days
ago in jail.  She showed us her wrists.  They were cut and bruised.  She
said it was from the shackles.  Ted had the same.  The wounds did not
look serious and probably didn't need medical attention, but they would
mark them as fugitives for a week or so.

	The demonstration had gone as expected, they said, and they were
arrested blocking the street with about 40 others.  All had been roughed
up and jailed, all had refused to give any name at all, and they were
released three days later.  They only saw the lawyer once, on the way
out of the jail.  They were picked up by supporters and were, of course,
followed.  

	They were now on their way back home.  They could not be kept where
they were, too many people who would help them were known to the police.
The first of many hand-offs occured later on that day, outside of town.
At a pull-out on the highway an exchange was made with two local
activists who took their places in the get-away car while they hid in
the bushes and waited for a second car.  From their hiding place behind
a hedge they actually saw the following car, with four young looking
 well-dressed occupants drive through the parking lot.  It had not been
a full minute.  The surveillance car slowed down, but did not stop, and
continued out the other side of the pull-out.  They hoped it would
follow the get-away car, now with two different passengers, all the way
back to Seattle.

	The next thing was clothes.  We had hung theirs out on the clothes
line as a signal, but they couldn't wear them again.  Now where they
were going.   Their transportation plans called for good clothes.
Peggy brought out the brand new JC Penney catalog.  

	"I don't know if we will find those clothes in the store, or even if
we will buy the clothes in the store, but it will give us an idea of
what you like and what size to buy.  We didn't even know how many of you
there would be, much less your sizes and preferences."

	For Ted it was simple.  New jeans and a nice shirt would do him with
the socks and shoes that went with it.  For Suzie it was a lot harder,
but Peggy really got into it with her and in a half-hour everything had
been decided.  They knew they couldn't go shopping for the stuff
themselves, not only might they be recognized, but we would have to
explain who they were to people we might meet.  We live in a small town.
It decreases the FBI presence, and makes them stand out more, but it
also prevents anonyminity for us.  We are known in this town.

	"Peggy, what about shoes?", I suddenly thought.  "We can't buy shoes
that don't fit us?"

	"They will want to fit us wherever we go.  What size do you wear?",
she asked Suzie.  Suzie said that she was a size 8 usually.  Ted said he
was a size 10-1/2 but could wear a larger size in a sport shoe.  We
decided that a self-serve shoe store would do.

	I knew of a shoe store where I could buy shoes that didn't fit me,
but he would remember me, and I didn't want that.  I was looking ahead
to when we could do this again.  So we came to a rather elaborate
solution:  I would go to the Air Force Base in a nearby city and buy
shoes at the base exchange.  There seemed something poetic in that, but
they didn't know me, and wouldn't care if I fit the shoes properly
before I bought them or not.  It would take time, traveling there and
back, but we couldn't move again until the prison wounds had healed, so
they were pretty much house-bound for a week anyway.

	It was a cinch.  There were name brand shoes, in all sizes, and all
self serve.  I even called Peggy on the cell phone from the shoe
department for the final go-ahead on Suzie's shoes.  These things are
important and they must match the dress, after all.  Yeah.  The checker
never looked past the bar code.  I showed my military ID and my credit
card and that was it.  I bought some underwear and socks while I was at
it, for them and for me.  It was the first time I bought ladies
underwear without feeling self-conscious and silly doing it.

	While I was gone, the kids, as I had begun to call them, had been
writing letters home, saying they were OK, and being pretty vague about
everything else.  The letters were to go at least part way by courrier,
but you never knew.  We were expecting a call from the courrier any day
now.

	It came.  We were to meet him in the local coffee house at 8:00 pm
to exchange packages.  I am well known there, and known to meet people,
and known to know a lot of people there, and some of those people look
pretty strange.  The baristas, even if they noticed, would not say
anything about it.  The baristas might be involved in the next event,
they were that type, but I couldn't tell them because they simply didn't
need to know anything.  

	It went smoothly.  We met, exchanged packages, and he left.  I
stayed for my weekly meeting and went home at the usual time.  I was
getting pretty used to this and I can disappear in a crowd of one
anyway.

	The package sent contained the letters.  They would be mailed far
from here, several states away, on the courrier's way home.

	The package received contained identifications and money for our
guests.   It also contained AmTrac tickets for a trip to New Orleans.  I
was to get them to Amtrac and put them on a train headed east.   The
tickets were first class for a private compartment all the way to New
 Orleans.  They would know each other very well by that time.   They
seemed excited by the prospect.

	The day they were to leave dawned clear and sunny.  That made no
difference whatever since their train didn't leave until midnight, but
it made for a nice drive.  8 hours later Peggy and I saw them off and
checked into the local motel, using our military discount.  The next
afternoon we went home.

	We cleaned up the house thoroughly and dropped all the things left
behind into somebody else's dumpster.