Ah... no. He had not been interviewed or even hired by anyone, in fact, unless Mister Tully equated God's placement of him to the idea of being hired. Malachi did not dispel whatever thoughts he might have had on the matter, though.

"I am not here to answer to you, Mister Tully, and I hope you remember that."

To help, to serve, that was one thing. But he was not here to be known by anyone.

Covered basket in hand, Malachi relaxed from the frown that had rooted itself in the corners of his mouth.

"I am not always nice," he admitted. "But I am kind, and no one needs to know me any better than that."

No one ever would, in any case.

"Now if you wish to spend the afternoon questioning and accusing me, I have other things to do."