"Number One," Luther says, trying not to wince outright. "I was supposed to be the leader, and I don't think any of us knows exactly how he decided to number us. For a while, as a kid, I thought it meant I was his favorite, but I'm guessing it had to do with how useful I was to him."

He's distracted by putting in his own order for a beer and a pretzel sandwich of some sort.

"Whatever the reason, it worked. I was the one who stayed."