-- >> He didn't have time, I suspect, and... >> It's possible that he wouldn't have told you anyway. >> But Pete's been called away on one of those missions you arrange your affairs prior to leaving the country over. >> I just ... thought you should know.
-- The note on the fridge wasn't an unusual way of communicating these sorts of things. Both Pete and Dom were in the kind of profession where one could be called away at the drop of a hat, especially for important missions like the one he was implying he'd been pulled to work on.
Dom knew that it was likely his phone would be off, or she'd catch him mid flight, but felt the need to call and leave a message, anyway. Especially if this had even the smallest chance of being the last time she spoke to him.
"Hell, and here I thought it was Monday, but from the sounds of your note, it must be Tuesday. I brought home curry but now I'm going to have to find someone to eat it that won't mind third degree burns on the back of their throat. I'll just put it in the fridge where it can wait for you, since you might be back in time to eat it. Considering how spicy it is, it might still be hot when you get home.
... Don't worry about anything here. You know I'll take care of Rommy and everything. Just come home, will you? Don't make me find your body and then have Romany use her satanic powers to resurrect it so that we an both kill you all over again.