In France, the assistant pastors do not live in the main rectory. That is reserved for the Pastor and his housekeeper.
One day the pastor invited his new young assistant pastor to have dinner at
the rectory. While being served, the young pastor noticed how shapely and lovely
the housekeeper was and down deep in his heart he wondered if there was more
between the pastor and his housekeeper than met the eye.
After the meal was over, the middle-aged pastor 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 pastor 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 Pastor said, " Well, I doubt it but I'll write him a letter." So he sat
down and wrote, "My son, 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, 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."