The husband came in; he had come just for half an hour because he was on his way to some other duty. And the man inside the closet heard a small voice. Somebody said, “It is very dark in here.”
He said, “My God, who is there? Keep quiet!”
The voice said, “Give me something.” So the man gave him fifteen dollars.
The voice said, “I am going to scream.”
He said, “You seem to be a very strange fellow,” and he gave him fifteen dollars more.
The voice said, “No! It is so dark!” So the man gave him all he had, fifty dollars. He said, “This is all I have; now do whatever you want to do – whether it is dark or not, screaming or not, I don’t have anything more.”
The next day, the boy said to his mother, “I want to purchase a bicycle.”
The mother said, “Bicycle? But a bicycle costs fifty dollars at least.”
He said, “Don’t be worried, I have got it.”
She said, “Where did you get it from?”
About that he remained silent.
The mother said, “You will have to tell me where you got it from. Have you stolen it?”
He said, “No, I have not stolen it. And I am not going to say where it came from. But it is certain that I have not stolen it, and my source of getting it is absolutely moral.”
Mother said, “First go to the church and confess to the priest. If you cannot tell me, tell the priest where you got the money from.”
So he went to the confession booth, and the priest came. The boy said, “It is very dark in here.”
And the priest said, “You son-of-a-bitch! Don’t start it again!”