Maggie thought about it for a moment and seemed to get irked, or as irked 
as someone with her generous and contented nature was ever likely to get. She 
addressed Hackworth but watched Fiona as she tried to construct her next 
sentence. "Despite what you Atlantans might think of us, I don't 
sleep .         .         . I mean, I don't have s .         .         . I 
don't have that many partners."