We count twenty seven houses and the three men still left in them.
The man whose son ditched wife for another woman is not now one of the three left. Nor Adam whose apple always went up and down a hesitation.
Man with the green fingers seems sowing Korean grass seeds in the sky. He will sell grass pods to the prevailing angels. Sure he is not one of the three .
Soon there is nothing to count. There will be nobody to count .