Dee looked around trying to gauge where she was. Her heart skipped a beat when she spied the spinet but eased when she saw the exhibit rope.
It wouldn’t be good for a woman dressed in a mini-skirt to land in the 17th century. If someone had discovered her immediately she would be executed as a witch before she could find the portal home. She reminded her brothers each time, how dangerous it was for a woman to time travel and to be extremely cautious when entering the year.
Dee followed the smell of burning marijuana around the corner and knew they got it right.