In France, the young assistant priests do not live in
the main rectory. That is reserved for the priest and his housekeeper. One day
the priest invited his new young assistant priest to have dinner at the
rectory. While being served, the young priest noticed how shapely and lovely
the housekeeper was and down deep in his heart he wondered if there was more
between the priest and the housekeeper.
After the meal was over, the middle-aged
priest assured the young priest that everything was purely professional...that
she was the housekeeper and cook and that was that. About a week later the
housekeeper came to the priest and said, "Father, ever since the new
assistant came for dinner I have not been able to find the beautiful silver gravy
ladle. You don't suppose he took it, do you?" The priest said, "Well,
I doubt it but I'll write him a letter."
So he sat down and wrote, "Dear Father,
I'm not saying you did take the gravy ladle and I'm not saying you did not take
the gravy ladle. But the fact remains that it has been missing since you were
here for dinner."
The young assistant received the letter and
he answered it as follows: "Dear Father priest, I'm not saying that you do
sleep with the housekeeper and I'm not saying that you do not sleep with the
housekeeper. But I do know for sure that if you slept in your own bed you would
find the gravy ladle."
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