Aunticide

Dear Aunt Louie:[…]Criticism on my part would be rather like aunticide would it not?

And then, as I say, in a fit of irritation he committed great-aunticide.

Girl on the Run. By Hillary Waugh. Crime Club. $3.95. Philadelphia private eye (why fare so far?) gets summons from New Hampshire village to trail female tagged for aunticide; chase takes in Florida, Panama.

After I composed myself, I considered matricide followed by cousin and aunticide.

“[…]Filicide is killing a pastry.” Harriet shot me an incredulous look. “Killing a pastry? You’re kidding me.” I had a bit of a giggle over filo pastry. “I am,” I admitted. “That would be filocide. Filicide is killing a son or daughter.” For some reason my Aunt Millie popped into my mind. Was there an aunticide?

“Because I’ve got a score to settle, and I’m guessing my grandmother wouldn’t agree with what I’m about to do.” / Hepzibah cocked her head. “Sororicide? Aunticide? You don’t scare me, kid. Besides, you glanced on my death. You know how it’ll end.”