Can't We Talk About Something More Pleasant? by Roz Chast:
Less than a week later, I found a place about ten minutes from my house in Connecticut. It was important to take action. I had to move fast before they could change their minds. It was nice and clean and sickeningly expensive. But convenient. For me. And nice. And clean. They had an opening, too.
My parents agreed to come up for a “trial stay." They packed overnight bags, put on their coats and hats, and locked the door behind them.
It was February 23, 2007, and it was the last time they ever saw their apartment.