Ah, well now, Mister Jobe, I have six sisters...... and six brothers, but none of them wear the name of Bridgett. I guess that it ails you that a fine Welsh lass would lay in a field of grass (or sand) with the likes of Senor Castro instead of with a prophet like you, but that's how it goes in the real world.
Maybe she doesn't like to consort with false prophets..... Whatya Think, Eh?