Trindle smiled slightly while he spoke. "I know that it seems ... strange, at least. Having your daughter so old here, and with a child of her own...but seeing Jack in your grandson's face ... is it so bad? I rather like Jack."
She shifted so that she leaned against him just a little. "It might not be the sort of right that you're accustomed to, Ennis, but I can't see it being wrong."