She chuckled softly and looked out over the moor as well.“About a quarter of a mile that way.” she pointed slightly to the left of the view. “Is...a sacred spot to the Goddess. If someone makes a wish from the depths of their heart there at certain times of the year the Goddess may see fit to grant them. Last winter she granted your wish.”“I guess someone did,” I murmured not quite sure if I believed in a mythical Goddess, but then it was the only thing that so far could even begin to explain. Each had grown familiar over months to years, depending upon how the fit with other regulars—how unusual his or her behavior. Some diners never achieved such hallowed status and some gained it overnight. The more dysfunctional personalities were noticed sooner, and the regulars began to notice their absences as well. One with a greater sense of humor would find it the easier to become a “member.” People love to laugh, and at the Last Chance especially, laughter was the elixir of life.For those. Few animals were observed on the route; even the monkeys hurried from their path with contortions and grimaces which convulsed Passepartout with laughter.In the midst of his gaiety, however, one thought troubled the worthy servant. What would Mr. Fogg do with the elephant when he got to Allahabad? Would he carry him on with him? Impossible! The cost of transporting him would make him ruinously expensive. Would he sell him, or set him free? The estimable beast certainly deserved some. Realizing he wasn’t letting go, she looked up at him. A feeling of foreboding settled in as she remembered what Jake had said, to not allow any man to touch her. Feeling anxious, Daisy didn’t want to be around Derrick any more than Jake wanted her to be. The other night hadn’t ended too well, what with Derrick wanting to come in and Daisy not wanting to continue the evening. The remembered occasion put a grimace on her face and caused her tone to be somewhat sharper than usual, ‘Let go,.