A man in Amsterdam felt that he needed to confess, so he went to his priest.
"Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned," he said. "During World War II, I hid a refugee in my attic."
"Well," said the priest. "That's not a sin."
"But I made him agree to pay me $20 for every week he stayed," the man explained.
"I admit that wasn't good, but you did it for a good cause," the priest replied.
"Oh, thank you, Father. That eases my mind," the man said. "I have one more question, though."
"What is that, my son?" the priest inquired.
"Do I have to tell him the war is over?"
"Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned," he said. "During World War II, I hid a refugee in my attic."
"Well," said the priest. "That's not a sin."
"But I made him agree to pay me $20 for every week he stayed," the man explained.
"I admit that wasn't good, but you did it for a good cause," the priest replied.
"Oh, thank you, Father. That eases my mind," the man said. "I have one more question, though."
"What is that, my son?" the priest inquired.
"Do I have to tell him the war is over?"
