Neither can I. Bet that witch would've thought twice about this curse if she'd known she was doing me a favor. [She cut a piece of sausage and took a bite, chewing happily. A whole month. She had a plan to keep Dad off her back. If she kept in touch regularly, it was possible he wouldn't check up on her location. If he did, she hoped telling him she was surreptitiously watching over Sam with her downtime would be sufficient explanation for him.]