The village of Oakhaven was so small that the local priest, Father Miller, and the town\u2019s only doctor, Dr. Sterling, had to share a tiny office building right next to the pub.<\/p>\n
One Sunday, the confessional booth broke, so Father Miller had to hear confessions in the doctor\u2019s exam room behind a thin curtain.<\/p>\n
Young Daisy, the village flirt known for wearing dresses that were “optimistic” at best, stepped in. She whispered, “Father, forgive me, for I have been very, very naughty with the blacksmith, the baker, and\u2014last night\u2014the cider maker.”<\/p>\n
Before the priest could respond, a gust of wind blew the curtain open. Daisy, realizing she was standing under a bright exam light, strike a pose and said, “Oh, Father, I\u2019m so embarrassed. Does my soul look as scandalous as my reputation?”<\/p>\n
Father Miller sighed, adjusted his glasses, and looked at her over the Bible. “Daisy, my dear, I\u2019m a man of the cloth, not a miracle worker. But if you keep standing like that, I\u2019m going to have to check the doctor’s schedule to see if he has a cure for ‘Clerical Heart Failure.'”<\/p>\n
He cleared his throat and added, “For your penance, say three Hail Marys and go put on a sweater. You\u2019re making the stained-glass saints sweat.”<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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