And so it was all too easy for me to push my deadlock with Nafanua into the darkest closets of my mind. Matile shook her head sadly at my tattoo as she muttered about the sacrilege of desecrating one’s body, the holy temple of the spirit. But she was thrilled to find that I was the taupou for Culture Night. She was a woman with a mission as she worked to make me the “most amazing, most authentic, most beautiful taupou in the history of the school.” (her words, not mine) A piece of siapo was acquired, which she reverently cut and sewed into a strapless shift, one that ended mid-thigh. Again, I despaired of ever understanding this culture where mini-skirts were frowned upon but a taupou with a malu was SUPPOSED to not only wear the shortest skirt possible but also hitch it up even further during her dance and slap at her tattoo to better accentuate its beauty. (Never mind that her butt would be peeking out the back at the same time.) There were coconut wood bracelets that would sit like arm cuffs, shell anklets that would help announce my arrival, a ruffle of fuchsia-dyed feathers that would belt at my waist, and a glorious jutting necklace made of boar tusks.
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