Emery emerges and silences everyone upon her entrance. She wears Benji’s SLUT T-shirt, which hangs to her shins. She holds a mask up to her face. It’s a mask of…Benji. Except she’s cut his eyes and mouth out of the magazine pin-up. And she’s glued his face to a giant popsicle stick. I’ve never seen Benji Baccarini look so utterly creepy. I can’t even laugh. “It’s my birthday,” Emery says in a deep voice. “Emery, what are you doing?” Mom asks. “Get that off of your face.”
