Araminta Star Matthews

by Araminta Star Matthews When Rachel and I met in college, we learned that most of our small town assumed we were the same person. Our hair was the same uncanny shade of red, our skin was equally milky-white, and we both dressed in vintage fur and black velveteen. We became fast friends, counting the footfalls between our studio apartments, and spending late nights together drinking pink champagne in our apartment blanket forts. It seemed we had everything in common. One Halloween, we decided to dress up and wile away the crisp New England autumn evening dressed in our Gothic…