Osborn Reborn II
Norman sat in his favorite chair, staring at the cold fireplace, the Daily Bugle in his lap. He was relaxing in one of his many silk robes when the phone on the table next to him rang. He picked it up only half interested and flipped it open.
"How did I know?" He tapped the accept button and held it to his ear.
"Hey, Dad. How are you doing?" Norman cringed and nearly crushed the cell phone in his hand.
"Don't you ever call me 'Dad' on the phone again." He hissed. "And change the caller ID." There was a pause as Norman imagined Harry looking dumbly at the screen which probably said 'Dad' on it.
"Sorry, sir." A corner of Norman's mouth lifted in a sly smile.
"Now, why were you calling?"
"I was told to keep an eye on you to make sure you stay healthy, especially after the, um, the…"
"Yes, yes. The doctors are worried. Don't let them push you arou