[write about a blue colored object] Jamie sat with Jackie for hours in the meeting house. She pulled out the blue notebook she'd put all her notes in, and started looking for the pieces of the puzzle she hadn't yet found. Jackie had been arrested with Eleanor at three draft board meetings in 1965. She'd struck up a deep friendship with the older woman, and they both believed verily that the war was a mistake, and that the draft was a yet bigger one. She'd met her husband there, he was arrested at a protest in the next county, and since they shared a jail, they'd ended up meeting. "Do you know who any of these people are?" Jamie thrust the notebook out, showing the page of tracings taken from the little attic room. "I recognize a few, yes. The ones from the Vietnam years. Eleanor did more than I did, even. When the draft board ordered those boys to report for duty, they just ... vanished. Eleanor had that old house, and that little attic room was easy to hide people in. She'd take them and feed them and hide them for some weeks, until they could take off for places where they weren't known. She got a bunch of them into Canada, a lot of them still live up there. Lots of space in those mountains up there to hide in, plenty of place to just settle down unnoticed." Jamie found herself grinning at how plainly Jackie described defying the government, and just how many people they'd helped. "How did you and Eleanor meet?" "Right here, actually, in this meeting house. I was a teenager, then, and my brother was drafted. He didn't fight it, really, and I wish he would have. I came looking for something to do about it."