Dear Cookie, I’m sorry. Your husband put me up to it. He said it was for your own good. Please forgive me. During the first part of December, I made several appearances at bookstores and malls in Nova Scotia. My last obligation of the season took me to the Chapters store in Dartmouth, where I sat for a couple of hours at a table – stacks of my new novel artfully placed to my left and right; and a helpful staff waiting in the wings to see to my every need. On the whole it was a pleasant affair. I …