The elderly Italian man went to his parish priest and asked if he
would hear his confession. The priest assured him that he would,
and the two took up the customary positions on either side of the
divider.

"Well, Father," began the old man, "At the beginning of World War
II a beautiful woman knocked on my door and asked me to hide her
from the Germans. So I hid her in my attic, and they never found
her."

"That's a wonderful thing," interjected the priest, "But it's certainly
nothing you need to confess." "It's worse, Father," continued the
elderly fellow, "I was weak and told her that she had to repay me
for hiding in the attic by providing me with sexual favors."

The priest contemplated this disclosure for a minute and then responded,
"Well, it was a very difficult time, and you took a very 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 of your acts, and judge you kindly."

"Thanks, Father," said the old man. "That's a load off my mind.
Can I ask another question?"

"Of course, my son," said the priest.

The old man asked, "Do I have to tell her that the war is over."