The conversation droned

The conversation droned on and on. The musty damp air of the century old home added to his trapped feeling. Relatives of friends of relatives told story after story about people that he had never meet. He was fading quickly until a name mentioned in passing caught him. Could this be the same man that has plagued his life for so many years? Did he really stumble upon a clue? He listened now with his full attention, searching the drudgery for another nugget. In the same sentence as “like another cookie?” he heard the words “Bucksport, Maine”. That was enough.