Drew had enough of Ennis in him, that he could have been mistaken for Ennis' son. But his mouth...his mouth was all too familiar to Ennis, and it wasn't a Del Mar mouth.
Clearly, Junior recognised Jack. Jack hadn't changed much over the years, where the last Jack would have seen Junior, she would have been a gawky teenager. Ennis tried to recall, but couldn't pin point exactly. The day in the truck? After the divorce?
"Jack, y'be remembin' m'daughter, Alma Junior. And..." He blinked, rocking on his heels. "M'grandson?" Jack's grandson too, if he wasn't mistaken, though it was impossible. And why wouldn't Jack know it, if his son Bobby was the boy's father. It didn't make sense. Junior and Bobby never even met. Ennis had never even seen so much as a picture of Bobby, but the little tyke in front of him had the unmistakable lilt of a Twist mouth.