THE GENIUS OF LOVE
WE WERE ALL nervous for my sister, Elena, to come home. It was April, I was finishing high school in Vermont, and Elena was being sent home early from an outdoor program for delinquent kids in California. She accidentally cut her thumb off right above the knuckle trying to split firewood with a hatchet. She had been gone for three weeks, and the house had been quiet, a nice quiet, and I think it scared us that we got used to her being gone and it being okay. But my father was still mad. A quiet sort of mad where he walked out of rooms and banged things around, and sometimes left the house without saying where he was going.
"The Genius of Love" is in The Florida Review 34:1 (2009).