At home she listened to music through a streaming service, but she’d always had a CD player in her studio spaces, and all of her CDs—she hadn’t bought a new one in at least five years—were from an earlier time in her life, many from before Lloyd. That clunky five-disc player (it also had a cassette player) was like her own personal time machine. She might be growing older, and she did children’s illustrations now instead of her own art, but the music had stayed the same.
