Eamon closed the door, locked it, then stooped to pick up the boxes for her -- he could easily hold them in one arm, and he needed something to do with his hands to distract them both from the fact he didn't really know fuck-all.
Except that whatever was happening was bad, and had something to do with The Manor, and it would only stop when *someone* or *something* determined it was time to be done.
"I wish I could," he said finally when the words tumbling around in his brain refused to string themselves together in a lie. "But I'll be honest with you, Mrs. P. This is a helluva lot better than some of the stuff that's gone on around here in the past. I say we just buckle down and hold on...and I'd stay inside my place if I were you. Keep the kids close."