god , she hated her mum ... cori , holding her tea and with her back to the shop window , looked up at the posters above the mens heads , images of bands and records and concerts : one in particular caught her eye , of a baby swimming after a dollar bill dangled from a fishing line , which seemed to say something profound about society , but she wasnt sure exactly what ; another simply showed two sleek greyhounds tearing around the corner of a racetrack , sand thrown up from their feet , their faces contorted in what could have been glee , but which could equally have been the panic and fury of those competing in the rat race .