my dad nods his head in a that 's better motion . a handle like a big staple stuck off from the right side of the engine , above a wide step like a running board . the perfect shade to match his soul . to have and to hold in sickness and in health 'til death do us part , '' he said . when the dress is in place , i drop the coat and struggle with the stays . `` it needs the attention of mature officers . 