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Once Little Jimmy had learned that “tithing” meant one-tenth of something, it was a lot easier to understand why everyone in the Last Hope Salvation congregation went white as ghosts when the Reverend Jacob started pounding his fist on the pulpit and talking about twithing, and why Old Lady MacMillian collapsed when the reverend stopped pounding, grew quiet, and then whispered, “And maybe even thrithing”; but he didn’t understand why fithing wasn’t a word; didn’t it mean fifty percent of something?; and did they have to stare at him so hard just because he stood up and said the word, which he still thought was a word, and they just weren’t admitting it; he couldn’t help Old Lady MacMillian was passed out cold on the floor, besides, no one else seemed to have even noticed, except for maybe that little perve Bobby Jenkins just down the pew from her, who was craning his neck back and forth around his mom, doing his best to try and see up her skirt, which if you thought about it, seemed a whole lot worse then a stupid question about fithing.