"I'm aware," Norman said, "it's a pity to see what modern journalism has become. Speculations and running around with rumors." It reminded Norman that he was going to have to find the person responsible for this information leaking. And then they would suffer the consequences. Death would be too easy, he should suffer. Then kill him, he thought though the thought felt alien but completely at home. He shook his head and walked over to where the television was, taking the remote into his hands to turn it off.
Glancing down at Harry, he said, "I hope you didn't believe this trash. If I was sick, I'd have issues a statement a long time ago." Which was such a lie but it rolled off Norman's tongue as if it were the truth.
"You should get to sleep, Harry," he said, "staying up this late isn't good for your health. And I need to get to sleep too. I have to make a statement to the public tomorrow."
Then he smiled at Harry, which was probably the first smile directed at his son in a long time. Yet there was something sinister about it. Maybe it was the lighting or maybe it was something else. "Afterward we'll go get some lunch."