"It was just a little marijuana, Joseph, I promise. I don't sell those potions anymore," June lied.

"Selling drugs will get you in trouble, too," another male voice intoned. "Human police would take you away from us. We'd have trouble getting you out. We've got to stick together. This family is all we have. Please, stop selling that stuff."

"Well, I'm not strong like you. I can't go work construction. There are only so many jobs I can get that pay cash under the table," she huffed. "I want to earn my keep, too."

"Speaking of," one of the males said, "there's a guy promised us one hundred cash each...