after all , it was n't like he was six anymore , when they had first come here to maine to take care of gramma , and he had cried with terror whenever gramma held out her heavy arms toward him from her white vinyl chair that always srnelled of the poached eggs she ate and the sweet bland powder george 's mom rubbed into her flabby , wrinkled skin ; she held out her white-elephant arms , wanting him to come to her and be hugged to that huge and heavy old white-elephant body .