John, a full-blooded Chickasaw, drove up in a sparkling white Nissan Quest minivan and popped the back hatch. “Go on, get in.”
“This minivan isn’t exactly what I expected,” said Carlos.
“What? It’s my Vision Quest,” said John, stonefaced. A moment later, the facade cracked and he sagged against the van, laughing.
“Heh, I guess that’s a little funny,” said Carlos.
John straightened up and his face grew stony again. “It’s a lot funny,” he said. “But don’t let me ever hear you make a joke like that, or I’ll kick your ass.”