From The Blood Quilt, at Lincoln Center. Photo: Julieta Cervantes How much your heart thrills to The Blood Quilt will probably depend on your tolerance for a well-trod dramatic form: the big-boned, trauma-haunted family-inheritance play. It struck me while watching the tensions mount and the secrets spill among the Jernigan sisters at the heart of Katori Hall’s story—well, half-sisters; the four Jernigan women share a mother but all had different fathers—that the genre might actually qualify as