In Italy, a man went to a priest and confessed. "Forgive me, Father," he
said, sobbing. "During World War II, I hid a refugee in my attic."
"Well," the priest replied, "that's not a sin."
But," the man admitted, "I made him pay rent."
"That wasn't very nice," the priest said, "but you put yourself at
risk."
"Oh, thank you, Father." the man said. "But I have one more question."
"What is it?"
"Do you think I have to tell him the war is over?"
said, sobbing. "During World War II, I hid a refugee in my attic."
"Well," the priest replied, "that's not a sin."
But," the man admitted, "I made him pay rent."
"That wasn't very nice," the priest said, "but you put yourself at
risk."
"Oh, thank you, Father." the man said. "But I have one more question."
"What is it?"
"Do you think I have to tell him the war is over?"
I don't feel it so...