She's jolted from her half sleep at 10am by the beep of her mobile phone. It's her boyfriend, Ali Syed, a fellow accountancy student at the Sydney campus of Southern Cross University.
She tells Ali she'll rustle up a rice dish for his lunch, jump in the shower and head into the city to meet him at 1pm, at the Bathurst Street convenience store where he works. From there they'll have lunch in Hyde Park before he goes back to work and she sets off for classes in the city. "I'll call you before I leave to catch the train," she says cheerfully.
Tosha was so joyous, so full of life, and she was always so trusting of people.
The pretty 24-year-old Indian with the arresting ebony eyes and jet-black hair pads about her cramped single room, one of only three bedsits in a run-down boarding house above an abandoned nail salon in Croydon, in the city's inner west. Bollywood love songs are soon ringing out from her
AKA Rosemary Pauline Letts