The elderly Italian man went to his parish priest and asked if the
priest would hear his confession. ‘Of course, my son,’ said the
priest.
‘Well, Father, at the beginning of World War Two, a beautiful woman
knocked on my door and asked me to hide her from the Germans; I hid
her in my attic, and they never found her.’ ‘That's a wonderful
thing, my son, and nothing that you need to confess,’ said the
priest. ‘It's worse, Father; I was weak, and told her that she had to
pay for rent of the attic with her sexual favors,’ continued the old
man. ‘Well, it was a very difficult time, and you took a large risk -
you would have suffered terribly at their hands if the Germans had
found you hiding her; I know that God, in his wisdom and mercy, will
balance the good and the evil, and judge you kindly,’ said the priest.
‘Thanks, Father,’ said the old man. ‘That's a load off of my
mind. Can I ask another question?’ ‘Of course, my son,’ said the
priest. The old man asked, ‘Do I need to tell her that the war is
over?’