Slow about it:

You reluctantly get out of the car. Keeping your head down you go to the back door of the car and pull it open, grabbing the bags. The bright red Silent Vice bags were all too visible, and there was no way to fully cover them. So you just grab the bags and hurry towards the front door, head down.

Your mom spends a few moments fumbling through her purse for her keys. You won't look to confirm your fears, but you can't help but think that your neighbors are all looking at you.

Finally she opens the door, and you have to resist the urge to run inside.