![]() ![]() I was listing the names of the seas and craters when he told me what the moon reminded him of. Aunt Stacy has a telescope, and she let me use it to show Jeremey the moon up close. My aunt who lives in Minneapolis, not the one who lives in Ames, though Althea was there that night too. He said this the night we visited my aunt for Christmas. My boyfriend, Jeremey, thinks the moon looks like a watermelon. ![]() He only hopes there isn't a variable in his formula he’s failed to foresee. When their campaign attracts the attention of the opposition’s powerful corporate lobbyist, Emmet relies on his skill with calculations and predictions and trusts he can save the day-for himself, his friends, and everyone with disabilities. In addition to navigating his boyfriend’s increased depression and anxiety, Emmet has to make his autistic tics acceptable to politicians and donors, and he wonders if they’re raising awareness or putting their disabilities on display. With the help of Jeremey and their friends, he starts a local grassroots organization and fights every step of the way. When the State of Iowa restructures its mental health system and puts the independent living facility where they live in jeopardy, Emmet refuses to be forced into substandard, privatized corporate care. ![]() ![]() Some prefer sensory sacks.Įmmet Washington has never let the world define him, even though he, his boyfriend, Jeremey, and his friends aren’t considered “real” adults because of their disabilities. ![]()
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