By Chris Bohjalian, BurlingtonFreePress.com, Feb. 27, 2014 One of my favorite short stories is Rebecca Rule’s “Yankee Curse.” Here is how it begins: “At School District Meeting, Miranda knits. May your neighbors steal from your wood pile, Mort Wallace. The points of her flexi-needle slide in and out of the heavy burgundy wool. May they incinerate their garbage in a barrel at your property line. And may the wind blow in your direction.” As Miranda knits, the vitriol inside …