Joey ate over at the Hanson’s about twice a week. They were the kind of family that had a billion magnets on their fridge, and every magnet held up a note that fluttered when you walked by. On Wednesday night, he stopped at the fridge coming back from the bathroom and read a couple: “Blood is not for barter” said one message; “Do not corrupt the destinies of others” said another. Joey paused, suddenly wanting to sprint from the house out the back. It was pizza night, though (his favorite), so he decided to figure it out tomorrow.