and in a dark , hidden away place in my soul it broke my heart to know another living thing , especially someone as special and rare as fisher , could ever know even part of what i felt for myself and for others . then , sipping carefully so as not to burn my tongue or choke , i turned my attention back to the lake . i looked out the window to the dreary providence weather . given the late hour , she wore a pair of pink flannel pajamas , cute and sexy at the same time . 