Pinoy felt he needed to confess, so he went to a priest.

“Forgive me Father, I have sinned. During the last war, I hid an American in my attic.”

“That’s no sin,” replied the priest.

“But I made him pay me 100 dollars for each week he stayed.”

“That wasn’t good, but you did it for a good cause.”

“Thanks, Father, that eases my mind. I have another question.”

“What is it, son?”

“Do I have to tell him the war is over?”