In hiding
It was about a month ago when a Dutchman 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 Jew 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. Er, I have one more question…”
“What is that, my son?”
“Do I have to tell him the war is over?”