André had decided to “get up there,” too.
He could surely get far enough to trace Marie, and perhaps find some clue to where his father and mother were.
Late that evening of D-day plus nine, Weller returned to pick up Slim.
“Come on, Corporal,” he shouted. “The cap’n needs you.
“Looks like we’ll take St. Sauveur in a couple of days,” he told André. “Then, as soon’s we cut through to the coast, the big push up to Cherbourg starts off. Won’t be long now.... Take care y’self, kid.”
The two waved from the jeep. “Be seein’ you,” they called.
André answered, “Oui—yes. I think so. Soon.”
Because of his own plans, Slim’s departure did not leave André quite so lonely as he might have been.
The question of how to get near St. Sauveur was the problem. André thought he might ask some pleasant-looking officer for a lift. He might—
In the end it was Victor who solved things very simply.