If Holly Golighty is a “real phony,” it’s very hard to tell which parts of her are real and which are phony. Perhaps because “she believes all the crap she believes,” she seems as though she’s been the Holly of now forever. The past that creeps silently beside her inspires a mystery; how will she react when faced the history she refuses to acknowledge? Will it bring out her realness or phoniness? She appears destined to eternally evade the question until her ex-husband comes looking for her. Surprisingly, Holly does not run from the confrontation; like every other odd aspect of her life, she embraces him with warmth. In the revelation of her storied pre-New York life, she reveals that she is just as confused about herself as the readers: “…I keep telling him: But, Doc, I’m not fourteen anymore, and I’m not Lulamae. But the terrible part is (and I realized it while we were standing there) I am.” She proves to be a real phony, unaware that she’s pretending a part of her isn’t there. The one constant in Holly is her brother, Fred. The only part of her childhood she displays willingly in New York, he is foundational to her character. She calls the narrator Fred, showing that she has no intention of forgetting her brother as she forgot Lulamae. Ironically, the one part of her past that she wants back is the part that has no way of returning. She receives notice that Fred has died in the army, and then he appears to vanish from her life. She stops talking about him, stops calling the narrator Fred. But Fred isn’t the only thing that disappears, defining aspects of New York Holly slipped away as well: “Her hair darkened, she put on weight. She became rather careless about her clothes…She entertained no one and seldom left her apartment.” The fancy features of Holly Golightly only meant something when Lulamae could still hold onto Fred. Now that he is gone, Holly is forced to find what is phony and what is real in her life. The result is that “[she seems] more content, altogether happier than [the narrator has] ever seen her.” Whoever Holly has decided or discovered she is, she keeps to herself. Forever those around her wonder what she knows that they don’t.