Ryan was on my social networking site and I do recall us having a conversation briefly after I updated my status following my learning of my job night...are when I wrote of my plight Need to get to Wrexham to work, need a place with no rent and freebies…agh and even though Ryan and I were not as close as we use to be we did talk occasionally on the internet. Anyways, Joanna phoned my home and said to me she heard about my situation said I could take advantage of her situation in Wrexham and stay. The rest of the people with us were distributed evenly among different tables and there was this strange pale, dark haired boy who was continually staring at Lizzi and Lizzi would stare right back. She would even watch him while she was necking with Jane and he seemed quite amused by that. But, Lizzi never answered any questions about him that I asked, then, and no one else seemed to care. We spent most of our time there in a state of general amusement and seated across from a small group of. He stood there hunched over at 5'7", 145lbs, weathered leathery skin and skinny frame. His clothing was dirty and tattered from stable work, although he still looked lean and had a full head of jet black hair tied in a pony tail,complimented by a thick matted mustache. Murray would always remember the day Pedro lost half of his index finger many years ago in a work accident at the stables. Life obviously hadn't gotten much better for the old timer. Murray quickly caught up with Pedro to be. “That’s a real shame,” said Jack. “By the way, what’s your name?”“Nirmala, Sir.”“Nirmala? What kind of name is that?”“It’s Indian, Sir. It means Pure. Do you like it?” Nirmala, glad for some attention, responded cheerfully.“Pure?” Jack grinned. “Nirmala is a de-light-ful name. Pure. I like that.”Nirmala was so taken with these nice, friendly visitors that she soon divulged her whole story. Nirmala’s na?t?mazed them.Kind-heartedly, Jack offered to give her a birthday party at her home. Nirmala.