Maybe this was the time and the place to face him...or them

From PenguinWiki

She felt her legs weaken as she moved towards the Post Office door. The glass of the door and the windows were covered with postcards and advertisements - it was hard to see whether anyone was in there. She pulled up the hood of her yellow jacket, thinking foolishly, "He's never seen me in this: perhaps he won't recognise me," and pushed open the stiff door. A bell jangled.