It was about a month ago when a woman in Amsterdam felt that he needed to confess, so went to his priest.
“Forgive me Father, for I have sinned
During WWII I hid a refugee in my attic.”
“Well,” answered the priest, “that’s not a sin.”
“But I made him agree to pay me 20 Gulden for every week he stayed.”
“I admit that wasn’t good, but you did it for a good cause.”
“Oh, thank you, Father; that eases my mind
I have one more question…”
“What is that, my daughter?”
“Do I have to tell him the war is over?”