A retired Italian wine maker went to the village church to make his confession for the first time in many decades.
When the priest slid open the panel in the confessional, the man said, “Father, during World War II, a beautiful woman knocked on my door and asked me to hide her from the enemy. I hid her in my attic”.
The priest replied, “That was a wonderful thing you did, my son! You have no need to confess it.”
“It’s worse than that, Father”, he continued, “she quickly started to repay me with sexual favours.”
“People in wartime sometimes act in ways they wouldn’t under normal conditions. If you are truly sorry for your actions, you are forgiven”.
“Thank you, Father. That’s a great load off my mind. May I ask a question”?
“What, my son”?
“Should I tell her the war is over”?
