Summary:

So Jane, huh? Cliff’s mom had always called his eldest sister a ‘plain Jane’ when she didn’t want to get her hair done and ‘dress up nice’ for family shit. He didn’t think Rozanov’s Jane sounded very plain. Sure, Cliff had fucked a girl wearing his number, they all had. But apparently this chick had enough balls to not only tell Roz no, but enough clout to threaten getting him into her Montreal jersey too. He grinned as he headed to the showers. Whose number did she have? One thing he could be sure of was that it wouldn’t be fuckin’ twenty-four.

Or: Five times Cliff learns something about Montreal Jane, and one time he learns her real name.