"Whoosh..." On the horizon, a crooked figure bobbed up and down, tracing a rather enchanting flight path, but its aim was exceptionally precise.
"Thump!"
"Ow..." Su Er cried out in pain and rubbed the spot on his chest where the cannonball had just struck.
"Hoot, hoot!" Little Ash angrily slapped Su Er with his large wings, dropped a letter, then flapped off to his little nest to tuck into his food.
The handwriting on the envelope was familiar. Little Ash had dutifully crossed who knew how great a distance to connect a young couple with an invisible thread. A modern-day matchmaker, all right, except this matchmaker was nearly worked to death.
Su Er glanced at the owl, who could fall asleep even while eating, and felt a little sorry for him. But not much.
He deftly opened the envelope. The first thing to fall out was a photograph. Oh my, a swimsuit photo of Hermione. Tsk, tsk, how suggestive.
He casually tucked the photo into his pocket and began reading the letter that had come from so far away.
There was not much to it. Hermione mainly told Su Er that she would soon leave the Maldives and head to Africa with the rest of the group. The International Dental Association had arranged a volunteer activity to bring care to the indigenous people of Africa, with everyone participating. This was the last activity, after which they would fly straight home from Africa.
This was good news for the owl. It meant he would not have to deliver any more letters over the next few days.
Su Er imagined a group of Black people with grass skirts around their waists and long guns slung at their hips, lining up before a crowd of dentists and opening their mouths to reveal white