Holly Tomolly

Holly TomollyHolly's first word was more. Her second word was titty. After my marriage to Jeanne broke up, I continued to be haunted by the memory of her nursing Holly with one breast while I suckled the other. It was one of the sweetest feelings of my life, and my heart would flash on that memory every time I witnessed Holly's childhood innocence fading away.The first time it happened we were having lunch in Greenwich Village at a sidewalk café across the street from the Women's House of Detent...