The sweet young thing was telling the Evangelist that she had been sleeping in another bedroom since she had caught her husband sleeping with the neighbor.

"It's your duty to forgive him, my child," intoned the minister as he patted her hand.

She fell into his arms gently sobbing.

"But..." he added, as his grip tightened, "How'd ya like to get even with the son-of-a-bitch first..??"