The Models and the Copy-cats Standing at the corner It is early morning. I am standing at the corner of a leafy suburb. There is a chill in the air and the sky is overcast. A car slows and a child emerges from the back door. She climbs out of the warmth of the car and then looks on as her parent drives off and disappears into the stream of traffic. Then another car pulls up and similarly a child appears from the back door. Six children in all are dropped off at this corner.