“Three is very good, a very good number. Resilient. Almost impervious!”
“Five is good too, but so common and worn.”
He took a sip of the iced tea, a Morse ring of condensation left on the table in drips and dashes.
“Eight is nice… the whole Fibonacci series is very nice. Not like those powers of two, so soulless and bulky.” slowly shaking his head and gesturing to the skyscrapers on either side of the tiny garden, “like these.”
“Compound interest.”
“Going places…”
The quiet settled again and the birds overtook the traffic.
“Not to say that two isn’t a good number. He had humble beginnings. Fibonacci, you know.”
“11 is good.”
“Primes are good…”
“but lonely.”